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That's not my father 
It's a photograph of me 
But when I look at it now
It's him that I see.
I have his hair
I have his stance 
Could be taken for him
At a casual glance.
Is this our fateAs the years move on
To grow ever more like
A loved one that's gone.
I'll get used to it 
After a while 
And I hope I have
His dignity and style.
I really don't think
It's a fate that's too bad
Too end up being
The double of my dad.
I m so amazed
That I came to be 
Outside so like him
But inside its still me.

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