A bearded man, my warrior son
Loyal and honest, fearful of none
Guard of my heart, so gentle, so kind
The rock of my life, this fine boy of mine
When over my thoughts, a shadow does fall
He is the first, on whom I will call
He has the power, to drive it away
His love, his regard, no shadow can sway
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