DEAR

He isn't the hero who was in your dreams,

His Life Is Like Waves;

you can't bear,

as you must be kept as a peart very dear.

your place is with the angels,

not with us here,

So you must be secured from the Wind

of fear.

your voice is delicate; to the ears very near

and the whole when you speak Must hear.

you must think well, it's a life not a year.

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