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Growing up was a wondrous mystery
Painting under willow trees,
Playing until the sun set,
Not caring what it all meant
You were my gentle guidance
You raised me and never minded it,
You told what was good and wrong,
And I will love you for oh so long
Maybe your time here is drawing to an end,
But the memories that we have spent,
Will be treasured unconditionally,
You were my love, initially
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