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A chance missed I can't play tonight I know I said I would, But that was before, Before I heard the news. He was fun and full of life, many wished to share it, including me But that was before, Before I heard the news Then one day , he left Not without a word But all the same, Without a goodbye He landed in a far off desert land Among faces with fear in their eyes, As like a spear he thrust Into their side Till one day while, Laughing with his pals His heart became fixed In a snipers snare. He was my son And I wish , I’d told him of my love, But that was before, Before I heard the news.
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