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This heart has pumped blood to my brain for 30 years
But this heart, got its love and life from your heart
So my tribute, my homage to you can only be my tears
And in silence, in solitude, your memory brings me comfort.
A gentle spirit: my man
Your boy: I saw the sun
Into your hands I'd run
You and I: one!

The laughter: the fun
The things you made me learn
Love: never to be undone
Man: proud to be your son!
Where you at, Dad? Where you at?
All I have is a tear in my eye
And a deep hole in my heart
I miss you. I can't wait to die.

Disfigured, consumed, denied
In which man can I this pain confide?
Your legacy is my pride
You were mighty when you died!
Those gentle evenings when the cool breeze embraced us
When jokes, dreams, and old stories were told en masse
When our laughter penetrated the darkness of night
When every moment was nothing but delight!

To sitting alone and wondering where you are
To the coldness of my blood despite my heart's fever
To your seat empty, and yet you ruled with might
To a dark sky: where the stars no longer come out at night!
Let this breath be taken away
Let this heart cease its beating
Enough of the daily fray -
Enough of the soul's fitting!

The hope that is not given
A heart that's sorrow stricken
Many veneers in this life
Disaster, sadness and strife!

The happy bird sings
Lovely tunes in harmony
Every new day to this man brings -
Missed marks and concentric agony!
The grass's overgrown where we used to meet
Dust-filled are those chairs on which we'd sit
No better voyage will ever be taken by my feet
Than when we meet again on a heavenly street!
Each man took the road that led to his home
Each man carried the things he called his own
Her heart broke when she recalled his name
But in her agony, none of her 'loved ones' came!
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