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O, Dear

O, Friend

Thorough out the lost years

I accumulated observations in my head

Things of which I wish to get rid

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I don't have a talent of a writer

Nor do I have a voice of a singer

Nor a throat of a preacher

I used to have a pen

And a piece of paper

But they all have gone with the wind

And left me alone with a bottle of wine

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I only know how to sip

What I think

Will provide me comfort

Help me to dream

drop a tear

while trying to take a deep breath

Feeling that

a single sigh

is worth a thousand poem.