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点击复制A quiet field where no one speaks
Yet every flower softly seeks
They bloom for those the world let go
With petals touched by silent glow
No gravestones mark no crowds attend
But wind and bees their praises send
In every leaf a memory hums
Of hands that held of hearts that drum
They were not kings nor carved in stone
But still they lived and loved unknown
And now the garden keeps their grace
In every bloom a sacred face
So let us not forget the small
The ones who rose and dared to fall
Their stories root in earth so deep
In flowers where the quiet weep