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外链地址
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点击复制A violin rests near the sill
The air remembers every thrill;
No sound remains yet resonance
Still hums through years of circumstance
A student comes she bows her head
And tunes the ghost of notes long dead;
Her tone ascends the redwood beam
And revives the teacher’s dream
The maple floor reflects the sound
A lake of faith where loss is drowned;
The room becomes a chapel plain
Where art and heart are one refrain
When final chord resolves the hue
The silence shines with deeper view;
For music ends yet does not cease—
It leaves behind a breath of peace