I was nine, when my father died,
He left me with a hard time,
With this lost, I lost the love:
Which my relatives use to give.
Time begin and I realized,
Society’s care lies with this prize,
All my cuteness went far away,
And I started realizing the world, in a better way!
To face the world, I become strong,
And now I’m best among them all,
The credit of this goes to him,
Who is lying in a place, very still!
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