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Love And Its Colours, Mother's Love, Sister's Love, Brother's Love

Love and its colours,
Love of the mother, love of the sister, love of the brother,
Love of the son and the daughter,
Sometimes wets it
And we grow emotional about
And this is called love.

The house where I was born, where I grew up,
The house where I lived with my parents,
I have not forgotten, I still remember them

Lifting the curtain of memory.
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