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A Thousand Times

A thousand times
I say
I miss my country,
I used to say it’s just a sorrow dream
What I saw or heard in Burma,
Now I wonder, is it a dream, or real life?
Where I close the door on sorrow
And open the door of my delightful life.

A Thousand Times

A thousand times
I say
I miss my country,
I used to say it’s just a sorrow dream
What I saw or heard in Burma,
Now I wonder, is it a dream, or real life?
Where I close the door on sorrow
And open the door of my delightful life.

Cing Zam Lun, 17

Vashon / Tukwila

 
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L. J. Morin

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