Someone called me from behind, papa,
I looked around
But found her not, my little daughter.
Someone called me from behind, papa,
I turned around
But could not my daughter.
It just seemed to me, seemed to me
That she might be calling me
And I remembered her all of a sudden.
Where did the voice come from, where did it vanish
Away away into the din and bustle of hectic activity
As if someone were calling, papa, papa, O my papa!
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