You were smart, so smart.
That I just never saw.
Each of your imperfections
and every little flaw.
To me you were different,
when held to the light.
Nothing could touch you.
So perfect, so right.
One regular day,
the winds they did turn.
Suddenly you’re gone.
And ne’er again returned.
For all of my tears,
l wasted for you.
This man. This father.
Someone I once knew.
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