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点击复制The night was sharp its silence holding fear
A hush too loud for any heart to steer
I couldn’t breathe the darkness felt too near
A weight the fragile dawn refused to clear
Then came your voice a note of steady fire
A warmth that softened shadows of my ire
The night bent close as if it might inquire
How you could turn cold quiet into choir
Each syllable grew stronger in the air
It tamed the dark and unraveled despair
The moon leaned low to better listen there
A witness to the safety in your care
So speak again when midnight takes its claim
When fear returns and calls me by my name
For in your voice the fiercest nights grow tame—
And even silence kneels before its flame