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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-03-03 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | For me dad, Sorry to say,but you’re dead! You’re only a memory of the past A shadow, which ran fast And left all behind You forgot to be kind. Was it so hard to remember That someone, who you married in September Had a child Who now knows that you lied! You forgot that she’s yours You forgot that once you gave her a rose But that happened only once From then you wanted sons. You forgot that she’s your daughter! And everything, which connected you to her Have you ever thought That she needed someone to talk Have you ever thought Even if you were wrong… She feels nothing for you now! Do you want to know why? Because she knew that some of us will die Earlier than wrote. Then she wrote a note Actually a letter For her sweet, beloved father. The letter began like this:” For me dad, sorry to say, but you’re dead”
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