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  • Give my son a place to run
    And a town to call his own
    Give him sand
    And wild land
    with tangled trees
    and bumblebees
    and coyote howls to greet the night
    Let him hear summer crickets cheep
    Let him dive in harbors deep
    Sound the bay bells in his sleep
    let his wild blonde hair grow everywhere
    give him fine strong hands
    to prise his lunch from golden sands
    give him arms to pull his oars
    while the red fires flicker on the dwindling shores
    and long strong legs to fight
    the gutter tides with all his might
    It's there for him
    Let him take it in
    My wild and beautiful boy
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