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What a beautiful existence
Now that I have returned
To the land that bore me
And the father that created me
So many years, lost to us
And so many dreams,
Not realized
But so much love in his eyes
Never once giving up
Too many questions to ask
Too few moments like these
Only ticking tocks going by
Left silent pieces in time
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