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"I hear, I hear, I hear,
And my own soul grows cold and deaf
To know your eyes
Are grown opaque and white:
And by all the green in me
Of which you sowed the seeds
I can only pray for a spring
To come and soothe the fears
Drying your well of Love."

Excerpt from:
Prayer For A Father

S. Massy
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