No more I need a troublesome bulky key,
To let the wearisome hearts to be free,
That accumulates the grace of kindness and love,
To spring out fast and slow from the wishing well,
No pungent effervesce in the beating heart,
No bund and sticky mud to reduce the speed,
Gentle flow with no ripples, but nutrients of colloids,
Sing songs at the swiping of the electronic cards.
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