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--- P H A N H U Y E N T H U My hand can't reach the year 2,000 can't touch the nearest man. My hand latch on to stray clouds waiting for a rain drop. My hand is used up and redundant now attached to the bedboard now worn out and sucked Do you know, brother, I still stick my hand out Maybe in the next century there'll be a day translated from the Vietnamese by Linh Dinh |
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