Phuong is still in me like in my dreaming years.
He that loves, his beauty how he heartily spheres!
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I have not returmed to Trung Phuoc to revisit
My native land, for almost forty years since I left it
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I began to cry on coming into this world here,
When life received me, anyhow for joy or for fear;
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I have now returned here where I saw you away
Nearly two years ago but it seems just yesterday.
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The clear blue lake reflected the love grove;
Away the snow-evading swans humans drove.
Defoliant sprayed on grass, why to cause hate?
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This morning I called my name on my own
But it sounded strange like that of an unknown.
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On the FESTIVAL OF VIETNAM'S WOMEN, we glorify
Those who since thousands of years have not ceased to try
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I gazed in the album at my dear Mom's picture
And realized that now is so far-off her figure
I listened to the rain as if on my heart flick
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There was once I looked like a leaf withering
Facing dreams nights crying over my appearance,
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I have come back to San Jose with it I identify,
Leaving behind of fond remembrances a whole sky.
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