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点击复制Choir rose from meadow breath
Grass lifted like stained glass
Wind carried low liturgy
Petals knelt in dew prayer
Columns grew from cedars
Morning crowned each bough
Incense brewed from pine heat
Bees hummed the Psalm
Pilgrims arrived barefoot
Left lighter in bone
Faith rested without proof
Sacred meant unforced
No roof but sky
No altar but soil
Heaven felt close enough
Touch returned the blessing