I forgot how to smile from the heart,
For a long time,
But those girls have helped me to find,
One prized thing, my candid mirth!
Whenever I have a chat with them from,
Time to time, olden memories appear,
Before my mind,
As if the lost children have come home.
Like nuns they are caring,
Innocent like babies,
Beautiful like angels,
And extremely fun-loving.
I wonder at times what would happen,
To me if they go away,
From this place,
To a new location.
I shall miss them greatly,
Since a distinctive bond,
Has come to light like a new leaf,
Between them and me.
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