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With My Life


With young eyes I saw the world With innocence I stood by My father took care of everything My mother by his side Life was simple in its extent Life consisted of obedience With fresh eyes I see the world With age comes responsibility My job is to take care of things My purpose is to help people Life is for serving others Life for others is what my parents lived for me
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