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A Son
I watched my boy fly in the sky
Through rainstorms and thunder he would fly
Every once in a while in the corner of his eye
A tear would fall as he would try
Try to fit in
Try to catch something
Try to find his own way
Try all the things I once was
His tears will one day end his flight
Blur his vision and create new sight
And he will see at once his place to land
Right here where he took off from - where I stand
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