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I may be a man now
but I'll always be your little boy who cried when you cried you have raised me well and on your own, at that the battles you've fought to get where you are and to get your sons where we are I've learned so much from you indeed you are stronger than you believe and wise for I've always looked up to you even though I never said it oh, and Mom I love you
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