Dear son, I cannot speak, and yet
I have so much to say to you,
Too much for time and will to net.
Life leaves with just this last adieu. I have so much to say to you,
Far more than I can now convey.
Life leaves with just this last adieu
To serve as what I want to say. Far more than I can now convey,
I love you with a love that yearns
To serve as what I want to say,
Ablaze with joy that bleeds and burns. I love you with a love that yearns
Too much for time and will to net.
Ablaze with joy that bleeds and burns,
Dear son, I cannot speak, and yet . . .
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