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And
the
song
of
the
brook
came
up
into
Diamond
’
s
ears
,
and
grew
and
grew
and
changed
with
every
turn
.
It
seemed
to
Diamond
to
be
singing
the
story
of
its
life
to
him
.
And
so
it
was
.
It
began
with
a
musical
tinkle
which
changed
to
a
babble
and
then
to
a
gentle
rushing
.
Sometimes
its
song
would
almost
cease
,
and
then
break
out
again
,
tinkle
,
babble
,
and
rush
,
all
at
once
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
hill
they
came
to
a
small
river
,
into
which
the
brook
flowed
with
a
muffled
but
merry
sound
.
Along
the
surface
of
the
river
,
darkly
clear
below
them
in
the
moonlight
,
they
floated
;
now
,
where
it
widened
out
into
a
little
lake
,
they
would
hover
for
a
moment
over
a
bed
of
water
-
lilies
,
and
watch
them
swing
about
,
folded
in
sleep
,
as
the
water
on
which
they
leaned
swayed
in
the
presence
of
North
Wind
;
and
now
they
would
watch
the
fishes
asleep
among
their
roots
below
.
Sometimes
she
would
hold
Diamond
over
a
deep
hollow
curving
into
the
bank
,
that
he
might
look
far
into
the
cool
stillness
.
Sometimes
she
would
leave
the
river
and
sweep
across
a
clover
-
field
.
The
bees
were
all
at
home
,
and
the
clover
was
asleep
.
Then
she
would
return
and
follow
the
river
.
It
grew
wider
and
wider
as
it
went
.
Now
the
armies
of
wheat
and
of
oats
would
hang
over
its
rush
from
the
opposite
banks
;
now
the
willows
would
dip
low
branches
in
its
still
waters
;
and
now
it
would
lead
them
through
stately
trees
and
grassy
banks
into
a
lovely
garden
,
where
the
roses
and
lilies
were
asleep
,
the
tender
flowers
quite
folded
up
,
and
only
a
few
wide
-
awake
and
sending
out
their
life
in
sweet
,
strong
odours
.
Wider
and
wider
grew
the
stream
,
until
they
came
upon
boats
lying
along
its
banks
,
which
rocked
a
little
in
the
flutter
of
North
Wind
’
s
garments
.
Then
came
houses
on
the
banks
,
each
standing
in
a
lovely
lawn
,
with
grand
trees
;
and
in
parts
the
river
was
so
high
that
some
of
the
grass
and
the
roots
of
some
of
the
trees
were
under
water
,
and
Diamond
,
as
they
glided
through
between
the
stems
,
could
see
the
grass
at
the
bottom
of
the
water
.
Then
they
would
leave
the
river
and
float
about
and
over
the
houses
,
one
after
another
—
beautiful
rich
houses
,
which
,
like
fine
trees
,
had
taken
centuries
to
grow
.
There
was
scarcely
a
light
to
be
seen
,
and
not
a
movement
to
be
heard
:
all
the
people
in
them
lay
fast
asleep
.
“
What
a
lot
of
dreams
they
must
be
dreaming
!
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Yes
,
”
returned
North
Wind
.
“
They
can
’
t
surely
be
all
lies
—
can
they
?
”
“
I
should
think
it
depends
a
little
on
who
dreams
them
,
”
suggested
Diamond
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
North
Wind
.
“
The
people
who
think
lies
,
and
do
lies
,
are
very
likely
to
dream
lies
.
But
the
people
who
love
what
is
true
will
surely
now
and
then
dream
true
things
.
But
then
something
depends
on
whether
the
dreams
are
home
-
grown
,
or
whether
the
seed
of
them
is
blown
over
somebody
else
’
s
garden
-
wall
.
Ah
!
there
’
s
some
one
awake
in
this
house
!
”
They
were
floating
past
a
window
in
which
a
light
was
burning
.
Diamond
heard
a
moan
,
and
looked
up
anxiously
in
North
Wind
’
s
face
.
“
It
’
s
a
lady
,
”
said
North
Wind
.
“
She
can
’
t
sleep
for
pain
.
”
“
Couldn
’
t
you
do
something
for
her
?
”
said
Diamond
.
“
No
,
I
can
’
t
.
But
you
could
.
