A woman with a thousand smiles
Shining inside my display picture.
When the sky is yellow but fusing,
Fusing into dusky smoke,
Making it pearl gray mist.

And woman weeping, weeping,
Behind the smile of a full set of teeth.
We hear voices coming,
Passing by,
And fading into the clear sky.
But we are keeping promises

That had been made long ago.
We are working hard day and night,
While the rain is trying to hide,
In the deep sunken eyes.

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