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点击复制A weathered bench beneath the leaves
Collects the tales the wind retrieves
It shelters names the years forgot
Yet keeps them carved within each knot
The wood absorbs the rain of time
It echoes laughter loss and rhyme
Each silent scar each fading line
Becomes a witness still divine
A stranger rests the bench receives
It holds the weight it softly grieves
Without a word it offers care
Proving that love is simply there
The bench beneath the patient tree
Declares what presence ought to be
That solitude and hearts aligned
Can meet in silence intertwined