Seeing a girl living by the Egyptian River of Nile
Not living alone or wandering within the exile
Around her appears the joker’s sinister smile
She tries to run off into ten thousand miles
Sweeping the fragments of heart into pile
I try to reform the shape on a piece of tile
Not as fast as a monkey, I’m not really agile
I know I’m not as cold-blooded as a reptile
I’m not even a chicken born with tiny bile
In my brain, stores precious memory and files
I will remember her till the day I gone senile…
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