O singer
Sing another
I have no where to go
Nothing left to do
At that childhood
A man tuned violin
Has gone with his violin
Has gone with his song
In this changed time
Will he be back or not
I do not know
At the fade teenage
Thd colorful dreamy days
Have gone with their color
Have gone with pale face
In this world of deception
The birds of aspiration
Are no longer breathing
O Singer
Sing another
I have no where to go
Nothing left to do
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