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O' Father, My Father


Sometimes I glance at the past and realize without you I'm nothing, 

you gave me life, taught me everything I know and now father in

return I shall do the same.

As time goes by and you watch me blossom I only hope to make you proud 

I've almost made it through high school, I've moved out on my own.  

and now we both get to grow old. 

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