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In a Confucian Sort of Way
On a typically dark Hanoi day Wet with dreary drizzle spray I saw ancestors have a say In a Confucian sort of way About when shoulders drooping Weighed by lonely head brooding Should by love lightly touching Suddenly spirits send soaring To heights of new understanding And effulgent light now playing On the lake side trees gently swaying Lifts the rain and the dark away From this dreary Hanoi day As I smile now to pray In a Confucian sort of way.
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