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So when I listen to the wave returns to the sea, return the quietness of mind, I understand the poem completes the delivery. Such items across the Delta region, in a night of insomnia when listening to their homeland were devastating the French aggressors, traitors, suddenly in the ether world clean my ear three verses: "How sad, baby/You put me on the River Delta region, the old days ... the flat white sand urge others...". I then recorded and written very quickly, afraid cannot keep up with these sounds are billowing ascent in consciousness.
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