For life repeats when death creeps.
I stick to you through birth of a year and remember with tears.
That death of my heart seeks separation.
Not from love or from the bond I know every time I hug.
You believe, adhere to the bond of a father and son.
My night shifts and my day is eclipsed by every memory we make.
Even then I feel your presence and I long to watch you
While I break away and take our lost day with misery.
We are one in the stream of life that begun.
I believe with likeness that you will become
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