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点击复制Your hands invented dawn for me
in gentle strokes of molten hue
their warmth revised my history
and rewrote grief into something new
The world grew soft around your touch
as though the sky forgot to weep
a hush reclaimed the storms too much
for hearts not built to hold so deep
Your palms held echoes heaven sent
that pressed through all my fractured years
their soothing glow grew eloquent
while lifting sorrow’s rusted gears
Keep shaping dawn along my skin
keep drawing warmth through wandering time
your hands remain my origin
and every sunrise born sublime