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When I was four
French school was my
amour
Si vous plait! Mes amis!
Au revois! Et merci!
When I was seven
French school passed in
distance
No more ma soeur ,
now "miss"
Khai Minh, beginning my Chinese
From kindergarten to
third grade
All my friends with
happy faces
Badminton to jumping
ropes
Sharing playground,
sharing jokes
Came April Nineteen
Seventy-Five
Nhatrang, I left behind
Not a word to say
goodbye
To my friends and
"two buildings high"
Saigon, I returned to
"Capital" city
The school, the life, so
busy
But where were the
unity?
Of friendship in my
little city
When I was fourteen
Saigon, will never been
seen
For I, ready to leave
My past and everything
indeed
Nhatrang, I came back
A moment of flashback
One last chance to see
my town
To say goodbye all
friends around
By "Bai Duong"
in the dark
Steps in the sand,
couldn't see foot mark
Goodbye Nhatrang forever
A beginning of my
adventure
When I was fourteen and
half
Hongkong a place to by
pass
A year of uncertainty
A year accepting destiny
When I was fifteen
California, a new place
to be seen
A new life to begin
From fifteen ever since…
Ung Suy
Phan 潘翠膺
1974 Class 3B
April 2006, California,
U.S.A.
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Little city refers to Nhatrang (compare to Saigon).
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