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Grandma

Grandma

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She's cry out my name,

In love and anger,

Both at the same time,

For all the precious things I have broken.


She'd look out for me,

In all the times I have felt alone,

Being there as the strongest support,

To assure me,

That nothing can get to it,

Until it has passed through her.


She'd play with me,

To teach me of how to have fun,

With myself and my company,

Letting me know the better side of me.



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