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点击复制You wrote one line across my dawn,
Gentle script on fragile haze;
Corners curled by warmth and rain;
Morning stretched a golden yawn
Letters rose in tender blaze
Pages once were blank with doubt
Rain had blurred each fragile mark;
Then your gaze poured daylight out
Windows opened through the dark
Now each hour turns like a page
Every margin hides a sage
Teaching through the quiet pain
When the final chapter sings
Dust ascends from turning sky;
All my scattered scribbled things
Gather where your name runs high