There is a man I know,
And he knows me.
He gave me his knowledge,
And I gave him my love.
There is a man I respect,
And he respects me.
He may not always be right,
But neither am I.
There is a man I love,
And he loves me.
He used to take me on long walks,
An d I used to hold his hand.
There is a man I created,
And he created me.
He calls me his little girl,
And I call him my dad.
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