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Fiery rain upon my globe,
Blazes like shooting stars.
Hot rain in winter gloom,
Ever soaks into my veins.
Breaths of air sweep by,
Carry the tiny balls of rain away,
My woes melt into liquid,
Cold like ices of the north pole.
Flip flops upon my soul,
Rain in endless fire,
Blazes my woes away,
Happiness begins to blossom.
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Citizen of the world, Tri Tran was born in Vietnam, raised in
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