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点击复制He casts his line through mist and gray
Where morning hides the edge of day
The lake is still the loons call low
And time it seems begins to slow
His fingers worn from nets and knots
Yet every cast forgets the costs
Hes learned the lakes unspoken mood
Its silences its drifting food
He doesnt fish to sell or feed
But for the quiet not the need
Each ripple brings a kind of grace
A moments truth in waters face
O Canada your lakes run deep
With secrets only stillness keeps
And in your dawns reflective glass
We find a peace that few surpass