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It's the ending of a tale; it's the beginning of one It's the rendering of a piece unsung It's the frayed passing of thrones From a grandmother's knackered spine To the mother's stubborn bones
I grew up loved Without the help of my father Though I saw him on weekends We were emotionally farther I was quiet because I didn’t know How to get involved I was told to man up
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