| I dreamed a dream of my first born son
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| Estranged from me for ten years or more
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| I woke the next morning from tormented sleep
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| To find him standing there at my door
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| Oh! |
| father be not a stranger to me
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| Open your heart in my hour of need
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| My body is broken my time is near
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| And I’m trembling under this shadow of fear
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| This sickness has taken my lover from me
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| Has taken the life from the friends that were mine
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| And now I must follow like many before
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| Too many young men cut down in their prime
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| And when I am dead and they lay me to rest
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| Ask not for flowers to cover my grave
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| Ask rather for riches to seek and to find
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| A cure for my brothers, that they might be saved
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| So remember me father with love in your heart
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| I pray that it blooms with the passage of time
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| Let love be your healer for love was my crime
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| And now I’m a young man cut down in my prime
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| I dreamed a dream, of my first born son |