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外链地址
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点击复制Flow is the purest form of free
It asks no name no pedigree
It greets you not with wealth or land
But takes you gently by the hand
The singer lost within his song
The runner swift the painter strong
Each finds a world no chains can bind
A realm of heart a peace of mind
It is not chaos nor escape
But focus in its purest shape
The soul immersed the moment whole
A meeting place of self and soul
So call not rich the one with gold
But those whose flows their lives enfold
For every freedom flow bestows
Defines the garden where life grows