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点击复制Some climb the hill with weary pace
Each step a struggle to embrace
But in the flow the climb is gone
And wings appear to carry on
The brush will paint without a pause
The voice will rise without a cause
This is the state of pure release
Where toil dissolves and turns to peace
No force can make the gates unlock
But focus clears the hidden block
Then suddenly the path is shown
And what was hard becomes your own
So call it not the end of flight
But moments where the world grew light
For every flow that cleared the way
Is proof success has come to stay