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Like many a cloud that pass by the vast sky,

Like all the fallen leaves flowing with the river,

A thought, comes and passes by,

A remark, twinkles and disappears.

What comes across simply comes,

It is not often good or great,

Sometimes it just makes me ashamed,

I regret that thought again and again.

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