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点击复制A kettle sighs the window glows
Curtains breathe in quiet light;
On the chair your novel grows
Face-down resting from the night
Shelves remember former years
Old receipts between the leaves;
Laughter dried from distant tears
Folded into winter sleeves
Two small cups along the sill
Steam entwining in the air;
Not a grand or fevered thrill
Just a life we choose to share
When this room is old and bare
Walls repainted floors renewed;
Air will keep a gentle prayer
Of our days in gratitude