What I Never Knew
My farther holding me before his death.
I never knew this loft man,
that stood so high.
I never knew his perils,
or what he took in strid.
I never knew his laugh,
or how he smelt.
I never knew his passions,
or how he felt.
I never knew his love,
or heard him cry.
Cause when I was a baby,
he died.
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