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He left her a small note
On the table next to the vase
Look after our son, he wrote
And he left with no trace
He couldn't care for both
The pleasures of life he wanted to chase
He couldn't stand the rote
Of daily life, and the tears run down her face
She thought it was her fault
But that was not the case
The deep love has began to float
So she left with her son to another place
Running from the memories he has brought
To a new life she's going to embrace
I felt empowered indeed
And for me you were the source
To the front you always lead
Saying the stage is yours
Though it was hard for me to stand
And to be noticed by all the class
But you made me understand
That courage is needed to progress

You knew exactly the right way
To show the girl who used to hide
I still recall my yesterday
I was your student, you was the guide
You teach, you help, you support too
And here I am passing the test
Of all the professors that I knew
You are definitely the Best!
To my professor Khalid Lahlou
Who should I blame?
When I think, when I write
Should I start with the name?
In my heart I am hurt
And the guilty are the same
Yet, everyone is innocent
They are friends as they claim
Then who should I blame?!

When you act that you love
And to win is your aim
It's a shame! It's a shame!
I'm a human not a game
I was dumb, I was fool with an F
I believe, I forgive
I'm the one to blame.
I'm the one to blame.

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