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That Day

There’s something special about me and ma,

But there’s no way I can tell her.

I blame myself for throw’n the kerosene.

The kerosene burned Ma and the baby,

My brother is gone,

Ma is dead,

Daddy says nothing.

Now a part of ma is a part of me

Her burnt body,

My burnt hands,

I will never forget that day.

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