Last
night alone
Was
like reading poetry
Leading
life where
It
is never too late
Your
smile broadened lately
You
stood harsh times
Your
children, we died
With
you
For
you
It
is in centuries you were born
Fifty-four
you live
And
only twenty-two alive
You
rose with heavenly sun
From
West to East
Never
again will you cry
Your
children, we will cry
With
you
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