In my memory, I forever hold only two words
he loved us so much, that he gave his all to let us be
the two words are:
love and denial
like a common cultivator he planted to all of us warm seeds of love
but all what he saw
from the fruits first tasted by the foreign reapers
was denial, only denial.
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