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Which are dull and dirty because of ice,
And into which the snow melts and hides itself;
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When it is warm, they are silent and cease to flow;
When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
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“The paths of their course wind along,
They go up into nothing and perish.
[Your counsel is as helpful to me as a dry streambed in the heat of summer.]