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点击复制The oven hums the street is white
A baker stirs the soul of night;
Flour drifts like gentle stars
Falling soft on empty jars
She kneads the dough as if to pray
Her wrists keep rhythm calm and gray;
No choir sings yet peace is near
In labor done without veneer
The bread will cool by candle glow
For strangers she may never know;
Each loaf a letter warm and round
To tell the world that care is found
At dawn she opens door and heart
The scent restores what fell apart;
And every crumb the morning takes—
Becomes the bond the giver makes