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A stream flows,
Hundreds of years,
If you want to drink,
Money, no one will take
The source of water was under the mountain,
For hundreds of years it simply flowed,
Every traveler could drink water,
Without any payment,
The village was not far away,
And the people lived in it simple,
Ordinary rural life,
No stars from the sky
Everything changed in one moment,
the priests found out about the source,
Calling it for some reason a saint,
The Monastery was built by them
And the poor ran into that village,
No one wanted to work in it since then,
The fields are overgrown, and the forest is overgrown,
So the village was taken over by the priests
That spring continued to flow further,
Only now all this rabble was washed in it,
Each traveler is obliged to pay to the priests,
So that the already dirty water can be drunk
It's always been like this,
just take a closer look,
it's everywhere now,
they sell what's under their feet
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