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[chris_g]

Loves flows deep and slow
It has no place to go
If I hold it in my hand
I cannot grasp it, cool or warm
It sinks into the sand
Without trace or form
Yet I will not stop the flow
Trust that there is a place to go
Flowers fade, phantoms become real
The wellspring finds its river bed
There is a power to help or heal
Love flows, or the Sea of Life is dead
I have no place to go
But where my love should flow