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come to my breast my baby son

how beautiful you look at me

doctor said you are special --

of course you are special,

my only, baby son!

come to my arms my 5-year-old son

see how beautiful you run

easy now, your laces' undone;

come to the table and eat,

I'm so proud of you, son.

come to my arms my young son

you're bigger than 5 now,

but can't do your sums;

don't worry about it,

you're still my own son.

let me look at you, my young son

your face is getting dark

you're becoming a man;

allow me to shave you,

let me show you how it's done.

my life is near ending, my beautiful son

you're still the same boy

but I have to be gone;

don't cry now, or my tears will hide

my one and only, ray of sun!