Flow through the waters of time,
Sing of colors outside the lines.
For you are independently wealthy,
You were born to play.
You carry some chaos,
But doesn't everyone.
Life is good,
Livin off beans and bread.
Father and son,
Mother and daughter,
We are all one.
A river of power flows through each one of us.
But what is the secret?
No one can tell.

 
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