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http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/0983922f50bd4b1c98f177566793c802.mp3
点击复制Pen waits upon table
ink sleeps under glass
Thought circles quietly
seeking pure word
No address exists
only faith in the unseen
Each line an offering
each pause prayer
Hope wears handwriting
fragile exact
Dreams travel by patience
not by mail
Tomorrow will open it
if hearts remain awake
Words survive centuries
through care