Fly high,Grand Paa
My Grandfather is the best , He is my south ,He is my North, My East and West, My working week and my Sunday Rest My noon , My midnight,My talk and My tongue, The starts are not wanted now,put out everyone! pack up the moon,My mid night and Dismantle the Sun! pour away the ocean,sweep up the wood for nothing now to can ever come to any Good !!
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