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Going back to the 90's era, I remember I composed a lyrics dedicated to one of my friend during his gloomy days. It is a wee hour in the morning and we assembled in his place because of his telephone call. A routine 'call' actually. Equipped with a pen and rough paper, I wrote the poem below. While I was doing it, another friend played his guitar to compose a tune out of it...just wondrin' if somebody out there who may like to interpret this poem and translate it into a photograph.
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