Yine Fai Biography

She is ever before me
Like the sky
Yet I cannot tell her how I feel
Is this not suffering
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On one lonely night
I lay on a bench outside
my house quietly gazing
at the solitary moon.
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At the cry of Mahalia Jackson
He opened mouth and utter words.
His voice echoes down
through the deepest part of the heart
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I remember the lonely road,
walk with you during spring,
The sight of your closed eyes
when our lips meet.
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Who can love like mother?
Who will think upon my covering
when I bed the night?
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