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Aug 2011
Give me one last chance
To give this world a glance
To memorize this eve
Tell me, my friend
Should this really end?
Why should I believe?

That the trees are green
that I have been
'til this hour oblivious
That I have not seen

August has come
Fall's already begun
Already on leaves I am walking
They rain will soon fall
Don't know how long the skies will stall
And to myself I am talking

Because I won't explain
I will look insane
To people passing my way
They won't think I'm okay

I'm feeling sick
No more flowers to pick
They might have already been pluck
I can't win the gaze
Or people amaze
For with no flowers I am stuck

The path I stride
Or with a bike I ride
Is lacking my treasure
Should I walk the other side?
Written by
William K Chee-awai
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