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Ancient fountains[ edit ] Hellenistic fountain head from the Pergamon museum Ancient civilizations built stone basins to capture and hold precious drinking water. The ancient Assyrians constructed a series of basins in the gorge of the Comel River, carved in solid rock, connected by small channels, descending to a stream. The lowest basin was decorated with carved reliefs of two lions. The ancient Greeks used aqueducts and gravity-powered fountains to distribute water.
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