Brook's Mount

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Moan no more,
Though sorrow abound.
Lo! Joy's coming close
To flow through you.

Flourish upon Cold's home,
Grooming you for hope's glory,
Whose route you won't forget.

Upon brook's mount,
Fount of joy flows,
Opening up to show;
Worrying does no good.
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