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点击复制By an old and humble wooden desk
Where sunlight paints the stories in the grain
He speaks not just of riches or success
But patience quiet strength and loss and gain
He turns the pages gently one by one
Like morning light that lingers on the page
And says The truest interest isnt won
Its kindness love and wisdom with age
So many dreams rush past in restless streams
Yet letters to the future lie in view
His pen though still ignites a thousand dreams
In hearts that seek whats honest and whats true
I wish to have a table just the same
To trace my scars and all that I believe
And when the world is loud Ill speak my name
In quiet light with hope I never leave