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点击复制She is not the note that draws the crowd
But the chord that hums beneath the sound
Her silence tunes the air I breathe
A quiet strength I scarce believe
Each pluck each pauseher lullaby
A whispered tone that never dies
I sing I fall I rise I roam
But shes the harmony of home
Though strings may break the song goes on
With echoes shaped by what shes done
I am the voice but shes the hand
That played the part I understand
And if my melody fades in time
Let hers remain soft and sublime
A tune that lives beyond the stage
Still trembling warm upon the page