My Valentine, My Valentine
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My valentine is sleeping
In hospital bed.
My valentine is hungry
And also thirsty,
Nothing to eat
And nothing to drink
With my valentine.
My valentine is going
As bonded labor to
Foreign land to earn
Livelihood, the truth.
My valentine is crying
For food, for love,
For humanity.
And without my valentine
I have no reasons to
Tell anything to anybody,
No reasons to observe
This day with wine.
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