the dearest friends are thinking...
Oh, Agga, the one who always shared joyful stories with us, a friend like no other.
The comrades are now starting to think of something for their partner.
My son, your tears soften my heart… Don't cry.
The elder sisters are amazed… saying you’re just like your uncle.
Brothers & Sister's feel sad… saying someone who brings sorrow has gone.
As for the parents, they seem unable to even begin thinking about it.
The shadow from the street feels happy… saying this guy has reached his goal.
In the year 2011."
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