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点击复制It doesn’t shout it softly leans
Through pines through dusk through in-betweens;
Its tone is low yet pure yet clear
A whisper only hope can hear
It hums continue step by breath
It guards the heart through birth and death;
No language born of human art—
Yet every note repairs the heart
The wind becomes the unseen guide
It speaks through change through open side;
It moves the soul where strength must start
And carries warmth to coldest part
I turn to air I hear its vow
To keep the faith of here and now;
Its message soft its meaning true—
The world believes because it blew