Though I want to view her often,
But find her not,
A foreigner girl,
Looking exquisitely beautiful,
Dwelling far
From across the seas,
She of a different culture and clime,
Sitting by the seashore
And I dreaming from here
Though view I her sometimes
At the airport.
Oh, had I a foreigner girl
As my beloved wife,
How beautiful would it have been!
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