Missing you my darling boy
My Zecarias; my joy
You hugs always drew me
Your boisterous noise
Your shy little grins
Ah my sweet little lad
Bruises upon your shins
I often thought there was no-one
Like me when I was a kid
But now I see I was wrong
For you take all the gongs
You fall over constantly
Just like I always did
Ah truly you are just like me
When I was a little kid...
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