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点击复制Street smells of rain
flames wrapped in wax
He sells small suns
to strangers in need
Each wick promises mercy
each spark offers home
Coins clink like prayer
in tin
Faces glow brief joy
warmth for an hour
Light trades poverty
for grace
By night he keeps one
burns it for others
The street sleeps brighter
than gold