Run the Fountains
I’m like a kid again,
Rushing headlong into the plaza.
Dodging the silver spray falling,
Lashing the clothes at my back.
But nature has given me,
All this need to be young,
Running and leaping like a fool,
Making my face smile broadly.
High the spirits, low the fear,
As wetter I become playing here.
And laughing oh so heartily,
Like the clown that I am.
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