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Alone in Hanoi
I thought I would leave you To walk by our lake gently To caress the leaves of our trees To pray for us at our temple Of the seated elephants, To listen to the shrieks of the baboons Drowning the sound of stifled moans Distant and desperate But you left me here instead To stagger past our lake To tug at no leaves on bare trees To listen to the wails of the baboons And to moan at our temple Alone in Hanoi.
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