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点击复制He never stood at podiums crest
Nor ran for banners or for pride
But when the world forgot the rest
He stayed and kept the doors open wide
He built a bench from broken beams
Turned alleys into gardens fair
He stitched the town with thread from dreams
And watered hope with daily care
No anthem plays when he walks by
No statue bears his plain disguise
But still he lifts what others sigh
And wipes the dust from childrens eyes
Not every hero wears the name
Not all who shine are in our sight
But when we walk we feel his flame
Hes not a hero but like light