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papa Papa He told me “Take care of your mother” While sitting on earth's ridged pavement For a short time we breathed the same air And made up for lost times Talking about everything Up until the time he died He makes sure I'm safe And shows his presence While lavishing the room With that unforgettable fragrance He loved roses |
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