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Created on: April 16, 2008
America is my dream heaven
It drives me to work harder and harder
In my dream, I scream!
Butterfly, must be strong!
Destiny is taken over by me
Only can I dream by myself
When awake from my dream
Tears are around eyes
That is a further dream
How to come true
I didn't want to be looked like n orphan
"Help wanted," happened in my brain, I start to daunt.
Who is a merciful angel
Who can fly to my side and give me hand
I implore god can send a considerate angel here
Close my eyes to wait for it quietly
When find all empty and become bubble
How frustrating I am indeed
Dream going to America one day
Make me think it, not only one time
No time to dance crazily like before
Only put all time to work can comfort me
Work harder to create much money
Make it come true earlier
From my childhood I look like an orphan
All I want I must get by myself
Don't ask any from my parents
Life is so tired and no meaningful
Because except work, still work
Have no way to choose
How could I expect that I would meet a merciful guy
Give me enough courage to go ahead bravely
Without being alone
All devils will go away from my world
I will become a happy butterfly
Cross Ocean, fly to America, my dream heaven
The more sinister troubles the stronger I will be in future
I am convinced that I must have a very special future
I am a hardworking girl, never give up learning
Go every step steady, make the way!
Reformat my mind
Try my best to earn much money to go abroad
America, oh, hey
You are so beautiful and attractive
You are my dream heaven
For you
I will pay my all life
Because of you ,I become so brave ,no more sink
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