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A New Start - Uma Miss

 When I came to "the new world", 

You taught me my first lesson,

You taught what is art,

You taught me from your heart.

I grew and grew, by your side,

You were an inspirational tide

You taught me true Hindi, 

You taught me geography,

But the most important thing you taught

Was to be me.

But now I reach the end,

Of our wondrous journey

But still I'll hop along to you

To make our days more sunny,

But now you're gonna go away

To some place I don't know,

Don't hide from, just stay with me,

I just won't let you go,

But I understand the consequences,

You may have to face,

But surely we'll stay close by heart

So we won't lose trace,

You're the star in the night,

You're the bright in the light.

Your the sun in the sky,

You're the bird, flying high,

You're my day, you're my night,

You're my courage, you're my might

You're my life, you're my brain

You're the one who hurls all vain...

We had a merry time together

Where we loved each other.

We all will love you,

No matter whatever happens,

No matter what may come 

We will love you,

Up to the sun 

We will love you,

Thanks for the fun!

We will love you....

'Cause you're the only one,

Who knows what fun,

It was to be with you,

'Cause you were there through and through.

Have a happy retired life,

It's time you took rest

Have a break, a short, little break,

But you'll still be the best.

Both of us have made a start,

A fresh, new one,

But without you, the wonderful you,

It won't be that much fun.

Altogether in the end....

You have been a teacher, a mother and 

A great friend.

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