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Ten miles down Reedy River / A pool of water lies, / And all the year it mirrors / The changes in the skies, / And in that pool's broad bosom / Is room for all the stars; / Its bed of sand has drifted / O'er countless rocky bars.
Around the lower edges / There waves a bed of reeds, / Where water rats are hidden / And where the wild duck breeds; / And grassy slopes rise gently / To ridges long and low, / Where groves of wattle flourish / And native bluebells grow.