Child, of mine I
see
do not expect to hear from me
I am leaving and never coming back
this life is too boring
I just thought you would like to know
I left some soup on the stove
just heat it on high
it'll do the rest
do not dispair
your father will not touch your soup
he likes chicken noodle
this is tomato
now a kiss before I go
pity,
I will not see you
when you have left your own children
just remember what I say
do not come and look for me
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