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点击复制Steam ascends like northern light
It paints the rim in liquid white;
Within the cup the colors turn
The sky itself begins to burn
Each sip a dawn each breath a field
The heart surrenders softly healed;
The hand that lifts becomes the sun
A ceremony newly spun
The world condenses into taste
No second lost no moment waste;
Infinity within this hue
Where heaven leans to mortal view
The cup grows calm the light remains
The warmth dissolves the day’s refrains;
A teacup holds what words can’t say—
That peace is near in simplest way
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