Treasure Island

sakalabaktula sairaj


My Teacher I Never Forget You


Oh my teacher, oh my teacher
I can’t forget you, I can’t forget you
Your words are full of love,
Your thoughts are full of love.
Your message is full of love,

Oh my teacher, oh my teacher
I will never forget you, I will never forget you.
You are my father and mother,
You are my brother and sister,
You are my partner and ruler,

Oh my teacher, oh my teacher
I will never forget you,
I will never forget you.
I will never forget your message
I will never forget your thought.
I will never forget, I will never forget

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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