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点击复制He played old tunes on borrowed strings
In a shelter few would choose to see
Among the broken his music clings
A gentle hymn of dignity
He sang not for applause or fame
But for a man who lost his son
He played to keep one soul aflame
When all their other lights were gone
Each note a ladder low but kind
To lift a heart beyond despair
He said A song can free the mind
When nothing else is even there
In halls where echoes barely move
His melody carved paths through gloom
Not every artist seeks to prove
Some simply light a silent room