Dear [...]If there is wind gusts longs ... ... ... ... ... that is the fatherWhile hearing the whispers of love ... ... ... ... ... that's the sound of DadWhen you are racing, that's the heart of the father's heartMy son's smile, I miss you ...My son, I miss the days of you ....My son, I want to hear babble and spontaneous you ....Dilangkahmu, a do'aku who has been giving the shield of life you ...
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