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In my need you have always been there. He is young, he's afraid. Let him rest, Heaven blessed. Bring him home. Bring him home. Bring him home. He's like the son I might have known if God had granted me a son. The summers die, one by one. How soon they fly on and on. And I am old and will be gone... Bring him peace, bring him joy. He is young. He is only a boy. You can take. You can give. Let him be. Let him live. If I die, let me die. Let him live. Bring him home. Bring him home. Bring him home. |
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