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Ildikó T. Fiser: When I was little

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When I was little,
I did not understand,
why you had to be born
for my little brother.

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Why did my mother want
another one for me,
I kept thinking,
what I could have done wrong.


I was frightened when his arm
hugged me tighter,
I thought it was soft lips
kissed me goodbye.


I soon realised,
there is no exchange here,
only twice as much
from his loving heart.


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