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点击复制I hire my fears to feed the trees
They learn the art of roots and peace;
The dark becomes a steady hand
That tends the fire other lands
The light and gloom exchange their part
They shape the whole they tune the heart;
The black refines the gold within
The night prepares the dawn to spin
Each sorrow serves a secret grace
It polishes the soul’s embrace;
Through shadow’s edge the vision grows
The brightest path by contrast shows
The dark is not the end of hue
It deepens light it renders true;
Through shade the stars begin their reign—
The heart recalls its sky again