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点击复制Streets may trade their names for glass
Houses drift like passing clouds;
Voices age as seasons pass
Faces vanish into crowds
Yet beneath the shifting frame
Under maps that twist and bend
There remains a single flame
Kept between two hearts that tend
Roads can split in quiet ways
Choices scatter like the rain;
Still within these woven days
Runs a hidden silver chain
Worlds may tilt from year to year
Constellations stray from view;
We will not grow out of here
Here is anywhere with you