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Father, Mother
Mother, Where has gone your heart Father, Where has gone your faith If you do not believe In the flesh of your love In whom would you believe? In what you will be told Or in what your fear will impose you When I would not be with you anymore Where will go what I taught you Each day we spent together Father, mother, Why are putting me to the test The proofs of my innocence are so far away As you forgot the pictures of my early childhood At the end of my patience, When life’s evils strike you I do not blame you I love you; it is my way to bear it And my way to forgive you.
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