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Feel this night
there are thousand of trees
full of blowing breeze
with a little wind gusty
makes a full of loving misty
some little curves as like as an arc
slowly makes a big circle
Come down to the end
my friend
my friend
Come down to the end
the road is little bend
makes a new trend
likes a 'Y'
but why
why!
Come down to the end
my friend!
my friend!
Loving cloud to send
Come down to the end
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem