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Swinging on my seat,
Seat made of wood,
I need solitude with the night,
Night so cool,
Breeze so whelming,
The sky shines as the day,
This moment brings back old memories,
One which I could see,
One I feel deep in my veins,
I wish one thing,
To change the past,
Look my father in the face,
With a broad big smile,
And tell him;
I didn't fail them,
That I have accomplished,
That I projected his dreams,
That I wasn't made a laughing stock,
I miss you Father,
I wish you were here to celebrate with me.
