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He brought me a stone in his green uniform,
A gift from a distant land to see he loves me still;
And the joy that he gave me his presence of five years waste,
For he is my son the one almost lose in strange sands.

He brought me a body in pain, a rock as it was before,
A smile scorched with salty sighs teasing him as never it was;
And the smile on his face as he told he still the son
The one who left the nest many summers ago.

He brings my old body to his chest each time he cries in despair
A son he is still a son to see through the rosebud light;
Amid condor-filled sighs and through it he has a dream gone wrong
Because he isn’t the son I have before which angels watch him to sleep.

God, lead him gently and find him a good wife
In the morning when it’s light and spring,
For I know this Mother eventually cannot see all of these
Because you should know I am not pretty as one day I was.

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