People who fall are hopeless,
People who have money are generally unhappy.
Children are life’s joy,
My life made sense with you
Your dark eyebrows are like a beam of light
Your eyes are like the honey
Your face is like the moon on the fourteenth
My life made sense with you
Those who call your voice ugly are deaf
The beauty of your face illuminates the world
Without you, even heaven is dark
My life made sense with you
You are my little black son
Let your name inspire beauty
May hearts be filled with your love
My life made sense with you
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