June 2, 2010
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The fear of you
In my parent's eyes
as you grew
means saying goodbye

You are my brother
But you still don't understand
what you're doing to my mother
her heart's now in her hand

we are family today
No matter if you want that or not
We will not move away
The love, the pride, and the thought

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