You teach without teaching,
You make me write without your impelling hand appearing.
You come with silent stops when I feel alone.
Mother, yet I remain the same Koushika,
The impatient one that fled from duty
You teach without teaching,
You make me write without your impelling hand appearing.
You come with silent stops when I feel alone.
Mother, yet I remain the same Koushika,
The impatient one that fled from duty
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