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点击复制Golden flame on wooden sill
Evening kneels in hush and chill
World shuts doors without regret
Soft lamp warms what fear once wet
No hero knocks at midnight gate
No borrowed strength arrives late
Hands strike match in trembling hold
Own light rises brave and bold
Room survives without a crowd
Silence speaks quiet and proud
Glow spills gentle through the air
Self becomes true answered prayer
Bright or dim that light is yours
Enough to open inner doors
Lonely night no longer cries—
Lamp shines straight from your own eyes