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When my father died I was not there, I thought it was a dream, And one day soon I would awake, And I would see my father Eating breakfast before work. When my father died I made my own excuse. I thought he worked for MI5 And he'd had to go and hide, He'd had to leave us all, But one day would return When it was safe again. When my father died My soul felt numb. Would he be ashamed to know I never cried? I guess I never faced the fact That when my father died, My father died.