How can I forget those little kids
Like angels in my eyes;
Fruits of my planted seeds
No, I can't forget about yesterday that has gone
Nor think about tomorrow
Since they haven't yet come
I'm crazy, I want you to know
That I lost my lovely daughter and son
The mornings I wake, the nights I sleep
I think and suppose that they stay with me
Their memories I keep
And, I'm crazy! I lost them, my treasured ones
How would I go on with this life
Without them who are my prize?
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