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I was the first to cry when daddy died lying there so peacefully in his sweet chariot casket i give him so much grief being the youngest boy in the family always competing with my older brothers for daddy's affection oh, what laddy i was mischief knows me well as long as i live on the face of this earth, your son will earn his due, first yet prove his worth but not deny that i was the first to cry
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 7:23 AM UTC
First To Cry
I was the first to cry when daddy died lying there so peacefully in his sweet chariot casket i give him so much grief being the youngest boy in the family always competing with my older brothers for daddy's affection oh, what laddy i was mischief knows me well as long as i live on the face of this earth, your son will earn his due, first yet prove his worth but not deny that i was the first to cry
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 7:23 AM UTC
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