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Polka-dot man
Polka-dot man

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Đây là lời một bài hát Việt Nam 😌

There’re silent footsteps
In hurry flow of life
Black, white, blurry, can’t see the abyss
Submerged in storm, still hear the calls

Time flies like high clouds on sky
Who cries, who smiles, crossing by
Life is like dream of karmas

Who keeps fire’s light in dark nights?
Who counts wanderers’ footnotes?
Send light fragrance along mild breezes
Through arduous pathway.

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