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My Son

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My son can touch the face of the moon each night

And swing the stars in wide arcs across the sky

He dances on the peaks of mountains

As his laughter flies down the long valley on the wind

His vibrant energy trails a rainbow

Measuring the course of his life

And he waits smiling in the sun

For me

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