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I need him here, so hear me say,
I want him here to see me play, This cannot happen, But if it did it would bring ultimate satisfaction, As his soul flew, my heart was divided, Only to be fixed when we be united, As I think, I stomp my feet, Without my father’s presence, I am incomplete,
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