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Graduate Research Assistant

"Holding my breath inside I step outside the door, I wish I could see you there standing for me with a bunch of rose. Downtown I slowly go, Counting the maple leaves scattered all along... Cold dewdrops on the grass blade Touch my feet gently, I shiver and think of you. Siting on a roadside bench I wonder in the emptiness - How my dreams are lost within you... Slowly I sing the song you wrote; Words are not enough now, Because There is so much left to tell you." (ps. ILoveYou)