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Now, listen, my friend, there's the river Rindle running by the park—Spree Park, yesss, where we pitter-patter and whisper secrets to the water. Sometimes I sit there like, "My precious, the river sings." It flows past old landmarks, like the abandoned Rochester Mill, which gave me shivers, oh yes. So eerie, so thrilling!

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