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How Small
How small do I feel
My daughter
Not based on my height
Or the laughter
Of the women to my right
They may fall
But to you I look
Fruit of my all
You I believe in
Resident
Through my door
From heaven
Tear me down with a look
Or build up
If our gifts you recieve
Mean anything
Honor your mother and father
My daughter
Not based on my height
Or the laughter
Of the women to my right
They may fall
But to you I look
Fruit of my all
You I believe in
Resident
Through my door
From heaven
Tear me down with a look
Or build up
If our gifts you recieve
Mean anything
Honor your mother and father
Published 11th Feb 2018
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