Barren are the carpeted slopes on a faraway hill
Where reality and reflections were once surreal
The song of your stillness blows across the field
In a rehearsal of emptiness; now nothing is real
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Children lost in play amid the mounds of green
Spindled cribs of white; a simplistic kind of scene
A hollow by the pond; you and mom were seen
Listen to the lullaby; it's peaceful and serene
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It's almost time to go now; there's nothing left to do
Everyone is leaving; the sun is even blue
I came here once more to hum a song for you
It's only been a while; it seems a day or two
I miss you
Daddy
