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A man of love, my dear old' dad,
His warmth and joy bring me great glad.
For when I'm feeling down or low,
His support helps me to grow.
My rock, my tower, and guiding light,
He shows me wrong from right.
My provider, teacher, and guide,
He'll never ever let me slide.
Through troubles and sadness that come our way,
My dad remains the same old cliche,
From cradle to grave his protection shines,
His love forever, a precious sign.
His warmth and joy bring me great glad.
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Hamza Shafiq
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