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Father, I remember Back when I was in the kindergarten Back when I used to ride your back I remember filling my timidly tender hands, With a handful of love for you And today, I see my hands empty, With my emptied hands, And your eyes filled, I realize, that I have grown different, From you
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Father, for you