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点击复制It arrives from far errands
singing on shingles
Tiles echo like modest bells
composing the district’s hymn
I lift the window to listen
my pulse brushed clean
Air carries biographies
we never wrote
Some notes sound like memory
some like forward roads
The roof just shelters
and the song grows up
Companionship is a structure
music is a weather
This night I learn both
without a word