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  • I have so much to give you son.
    All those years that you dont need wrapped up in a box for you to read and watch and listen to ready to let go.
    My wisdom your floor boards, my mistakes your wisdom.
    Come with me son and see what the world doesnt owe you, what the world wont give you and what the world will give you back.
    Talk with me son and see how much it costs, how real it becomes and how far it will send you. One day you will begin to hate, begin to smile at the tales of error, the walks of caves.
    The rooms of bleak meaning that pass into disposable pictures.
    Be with me son and share these eats.
    I'll watch you grow.
    One day you'll be the man I wasn't, the man I couldn't the man I wanted to be.
    One day you'll begin to run, singing in the rain and dreaming of your own.
    I'll be there for you son, I'll walk all the way .
    I'll keep telling you the verse, keep pressing in the song.
    Psalms of intentions that will you on.
    Laments of growth that will only hurt.
    Standing with the oak without a storm.
    I had so much to give you son.
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