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点击复制Bare earth breathes its humble rest
Golden stubble marks its chest
Empty once in mortal eyes
Yet full of seeds the wind supplies
Quiet soil absorbs the chill
Trust builds roots below the hill
Stripped of glory still it keeps
Life beneath its silent sleeps
Rest is not a sign of lack
Bounty sleeps preparing back
Winter hums a softer hymn
Dormant days hold strength within
When the world appears most bare
Richness waits beneath the air
Fields rebuilt through gentle grace—
Emptiness prepares the place
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