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The tiny hand of mine
Enveloped his index finger
A seat on his back
And he'll let me play forever

Holding his hand
I did grow all along
Don't know from where
Vexation made its brawl

Leaving his hand
I did run away
Matched my pace
And told 'There's a pit that way'

Little did I ackownlegde
The essence of his words
For they were in great depths
And I was just at the shore

Never did he leave my hand
Irrespective of all my crimes and rants

A part of me died
When I knew what he sacrificed
Just to make my life better than the way he survived

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Love you dad !