I started life from scratch
since the dawn of my loved ones,
Even when i cried sobfully they all clapped their dirty hands with pride
I died million deaths,
with no pride or postures
I raised myself while nobody was there,
And now still i will rise from
The curses and desserts
For I am the son of no boy,
I was raised a man
I am Thulare
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