Daddy, Where are you?

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Daddy
Hold my hand like you did
When you were teaching me how to ride the bike
You promised me

Daddy
Wipe away my tears
When I fall on my knee
The way you used to

Daddy
Come back
Teach me how to cook like you did
And scold me when I do something wrong

Daddy!
You haven't taught me enough
I'm not grown yet
Why did you stop?
Daddy...





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