To die more thousand times.
The painful lava covers you.
Is easier than to see your son?
When the pain tearing him.
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My son's face became too pale.
His hair started to fall.
His life started to stole.
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My heart wants to leave my chest.
Kiss his lovely face.
Keep my son in eyes.
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Blood became instead of tears.
Nothing can stop my fears.
Oh my, my lovely son.
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I wait more than thirty years.
To see how you grew up.
But cancer broke my dreams.
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Too short too short the life.
When dreams became alive,
Suddenly dreams fall down.
Changing to dark the dawn.
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12.23.2006
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