I am a broken mirror,
Which was broken when you look.
There is a hidden rose in my heart,
And never laugh at me as a kook.
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You asked me who is the Uyghur?
Look the Tianshan and Tarim.
They would say forever and forever
Laughters, crys, dignity of him.
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When the brids were flying past over my head,
I realy wanted to fly with them.
Just like their feather and wing,
Becouse I was fed up your mim.
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this is not my frist voice,
since i came the world.
but do you know my heart saying that
only that, i am here for you in the world.
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