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He Is My Papa

 He is the nicest person I know
The one with the kindest soul
He makes me a better person
He is my Papa

He sees the good in all
Even at the cost of his own
He loves beyond words
He is my Papa

He understands the truth of life
And says it in such a simple way
That I wonder how one can be so authentic
He is my Papa

He guides me when I need it
Supports my every choice
Pushes me to be who I wish to be
He is my Papa 

I love him more than I ever express
And I know he does too
His hugs are my real strength
I love my Papa
-Tamrinaa

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