Oh! My people
Wind of last night
Was sullen in our hamlet
Is a bitter wind of albino
Which fall our beloved tree
And empty albino house with tears
While a leafless tree standstill
A son of albino jump thro the night gate
He falling deeply in dust of no return
And deflate the hamlet soul with tears
Beside the filed of no grass
Oh! The tree of albino fall
In the field where ball didn’t bounce
And sleep in land where echo regret
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