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Yu Es

Third year Accountancy student






A thousand miles away from me
And yet I dreamed to be with you
Not to be as white as your citizen are.
But to live with you and them.
Hearsay you are a paradise
A garden under its nineteen stars.
I dream to jump over your white snow
To stand as proud as your Liberty statue
To once taste to live in the Big apple that never sleep.
Oh Yu Es
When will I be with you.

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