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点击复制Hands shape patience
light waits nearby
Glass receives flame
without complaint
Each lantern born humble
each glow distinct
He names them hope
sells them to travelers
Roads glitter softly
darkness softens its tone
People walk lighter
carrying belief
At dawn he rests
his palms still warm
He has touched
invisible stars