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in the name of the father
who left his village for a living in the city
who carried me on his shoulder
when the streets were flooded
who carried me
whenever i said my legs pain
he fought for the vanquished in waterloo
and now prepares his exile
he will love me

in the name of my friend
whos left everything to me
she takes my hand
she walks with me
she walks slower than the rest
because she is taller than me
she loves me and will love me still

in the name of my mother
who offers my faults as her own
and holds a morsel to my mouth
who gave her womb that i could live
and she hadnt seen me
she has eyes where
the soul heaves a mortal beat
i love her