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外链地址
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点击复制She drew in corners no one saw
With crayons stolen from the floor
While others memorized the law
She painted windows on the poor
She sketched a child with giant wings
And elders walking without pain
Her walls were filled with quiet things
That told the rain it need not reign
They said her gift would never sell
No market wants whats not precise
But in each line her spirit fell
Like snow both ordinary and nice
She may not sign a grand facade
Or earn a gallerys golden praise
Yet in her world even the flawed
Can fly beyond these grounded days