Father, Father,
Why are YouSo unkind to me
Nowadays?“Daughter, not true!”
Father, Father,
Why do YouIgnore me so much
Nowadays?“Daughter, not true!”
Father, Father,
Why are YouNot taking my services
Nowadays?“Daughter, not true!”
Father, Father,
Why don’t YouCare for me at all
Nowadays?“Not true, not true, not true,
My daughter sweet!” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 17, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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