I remember your dad
in his wheelchair,
so neat and smart,
and his hair, his hair,
all trimmed and tidy.
I pushed you today
in your wheelchair,
my dad, my dad,
and your hair, your hair,
all trimmed and tidy.
I pushed you today
in your wheelchair,
my dad, my dad,
and I did not dare
to let my tears flow.
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