| Oh, my father, I feel so sad
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| As I stand upon your grave
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| I weep for the things that you never had
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| And the past that you never paved
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| I’m crying for the things that I never said
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| And all the love that I never showed
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| For my heart is as deep as the ocean’s bed
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| And it took a stone before my love freely flowed
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| While my body is young
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| And my eyes are old
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| With the wisdom
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| Of a loved one’s death
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| But all my suffering
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| And sorrow will turn to gold
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| Which I’ll treasure with every breath
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| It’s a bitter lesson that I have learned
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| Seems a shame it was too late for you
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| But the love between us will always be interred
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| In a place in my heart built for you |