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点击复制A city block with crimson rain
The crosswalk bright with quiet gain;
Brief strangers share a single sky
Then step apart without goodbye
A taxi blurs the bus doors close
Yet kindness lingers swift as prose;
A hand holds back to let me through
The smallest grace feels vast and true
Red canopies above the lane
Turn traffic into chapel plain;
We bless the noise with mindful feet
And sanctify the hurried street
By evening lights in windows bloom
Each life a novel in a room;
We part again yet keep the thread
That city trees have overhead