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My Son, My Son

My son, my son.
Where have you gone?
I've looked all over,
But can't seem to find you.
Your mother and I miss you,
So much you'll never know.
We keep a room for you,
Though you'll never see it.
I do everything now,
I need your help.
Every night your mother cries for you,
Her pillow soaked with tears.
I dreamed the other night,
That you did come back.
That you ended our pain.
But to try to make that dream real,
Will only cause more pain.
I am constantly reminded of the past.
Every day it hits me,
Like the winds of a tornado.
For now I just have to move on,
Waiting 'till I see you again.

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