I waited so long,
To sing a song.
I have a goal,
To sing to my soul.
I am a singer,
Tells my finger.
I play with my song,
And that's not rong.
I am the best,
from East or West.
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You have wonderful imagination. Read some western old poems. You have a long way to go....