With the help of a paper and a pen,
Again and again
You have created a new place to stay.
So I'd like to say
You may live long
To compose another song;
Which'll give life to a dead
At his death bed.
Which'll fill up
The empty cup
Up to it's brim;
Which'll bring my days of dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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