Why did you bother to point out the great bear in the sky?
Why did you worry if I played in the rain too long?
Why did you love my poems, my awful poems?
Why did you take me for long walks?
Why did you tell me not to run after money?
Why did my successes make you proud?
Why did you teach me to gamble on myself, and not on cards?
When I become a father, maybe I'll know why.
And I hope I'll be a father like you.
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