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The moment I could remember the life I had when I was young
So confusing yet, so fun, my life with my brothers so distinct 
This never goes away because it was all to help bring me into life
As a young child the understanding of what my parents did or did not
Is not simple but an exchange of love and memories that can be told
The brilliant reality that our minds depict, comes from years of growing
The stars in the sky, can tell our life, yet our memories does not go so far
We have to cherish that time we learn and love one another as days of old
The experience that is given in life has to be told, without hesitation
Lies or sadness that covers the painful memories that cloud our judgment 
Lies or sadness that covers our eyes, heart, soul, spirit and actions
I became always stricken with sadness when my brothers started to grow
Because it became so evident that they were pushing away
I wanted to spend time with them, like before, even if we grew up
That kindness, that memory, that love, they shared without knowing
I hold my brothers near even if they are far, by memories, by land, by sea
I will always take their precious heart with me, through rain, through droughts
I will never forget them because they are my brothers
They were born first; they were the ones who taught me the most of my empathy
Derive from when they protected me; push me under cover out of rain
Tried to stop my wounds from bleeding, fed me when hungry without thought
They don’t realize my memories are filled with all these great feelings
They are hard to sort, because I was still learning, feelings become memories
The thirst I had, guess who came to give me water, the tears, who wiped them
If you ever felt real love, read my words because it is, never will be just memories
It is feelings that grew, brothers, if they were sisters feelings would be the same
In my eyes, that tears up when I think of the moments that I needed something 
My life, the picture that comes up is my brothers
They held me, cared for me, and since our parents was not there
I saw and looked up to who did good for me, especially when I really needed it
If you ever looked at that one moment in your life, you would see
A kind loving action from a person who took their time to help
Till I was young my memories was not parents it was my siblings
I grew up, then it was my parents, but I do dedicate this to my brothers
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