In Every Pain
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In every pain,
You are here with me,
Dear mother.
And you lost everything,
To make me win,
Dear father.
And I know
No substitute here.
I salute you,
I salute you both,
Dear father, dear mother,
It is for you
I am living here and
I am uttering words for others.
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