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点击复制Violet threads weave through the dusk
Lingering long where the shadows musk
Every color of fading light
Reminds my soul of that first night
Your voice a low and endless stream
Flows through the quiet of every dream
Even in sorrow’s heaviest air
Your gentle cadence finds me there
Seasons fall from the old oak tree
Leaves surrender so gracefully
Yet not a single breeze has power
To pull your name from my heart’s tower
When twilight settles soft and slow
All the world turns indigo
Still through the dark my spirit sees
You walking home on memory’s breeze