Then the dawn will sing.
The sound of birds on a pristine day
Don't be angry with the little star.
At the lonely horizon
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Then the flower will bloom.
Seasons of fragrances and scents
When joy has faded
Where should I put away my sadness?
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Ask someone a hundred years from now.
Where can I find my homeland?
Silent footsteps
Traces of a road
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She wiped away her tears.
Wind and rain pass by unpredictably.
Tonight the moon is nostalgic.
The night-blooming cereus flower is drenched in dew...
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/trang-hoai-niem-104045c/
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