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A serene night was shattered by grieve
I wail, while in my arms still can't believe
Papa still bleeding as pale as a paper sheet
I tremble from cold all over down to my feet
Papa's arms lost its strength and vigor
An arm used to carry little me as I wish for
He is turning cold as winter, freeze my heart
I lost the summer and comfort of its warmth
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