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My name got pronounced,

I stood up from my seat ,

when the camera was focusing on me ,

and my eyes on the audience.

Maybe she was still here ,

maybe she was gone,

but a last glimpse of her could paste her picture forever in my heart.

I walked towards the stage to receive my award , my happiness ,

but at that time too my eyes wandered in the deep audience searching for her.

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