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点击复制She writes a letter every week
To children in a war-torn land
Though oceans stretch and silence speaks
She sends them hope with trembling hand
Each envelope a folded light
Each word a candle through the pain
Though she may never see their night
Her voice still dances in the rain
She tells them Here the snow is kind
We share our food our hands are wide
And when you come youll surely find
A home that holds you from inside
And though she gets no letter back
She waits beneath the northern sky
For love though small can bridge the black
And teach a broken star to fly