vix credas labi; ripis tam mitis opacis, argutos inter volucrum certamine cantus, somniferam ducit lucenti gurgite lympham.
One would scarce believe it was moving; so softly along its shady banks, while the birds sing sweet in rivalry, it leads along in a shining flood its waters that tempt to sleep.
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