Grandpa

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Once there was a man some time ago
With a heart stone cold
But it was made of gold
He was cruel
But he was not a fool
Protected his own
In a place called home

I was such a young child
I would listen I was mild
To never give up and to take hold
Was one of the thing I was told
I will mention some
Hard life, interesting but not fun

He told me to be nice
Myself to sacrifice
Loyal to the friend
Woman you must defend
And let your life expend
That I must be brave
To take every secret to my grave
One question from me-"Can I ask?"
"No. And don't wear a mask."

Every time when I feel proud
I look to the sky and see him on a cloud
I promised him to do my best
Not long after that God put him to rest

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