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Beyond the pane, the elements groan
The wind emits a climatic moan
Beside me here, my son does sleep
Oblivious to the darkness' creep
I glance at him now, a work of art
A joy to behold from the very start
No frown or scowl, a boy at peace
He lies so silent in his slumber's fleece
Rushing headlong, the mankind race
The future before us sets a challenging pace
Cannot be avoided, it's coming for sure
A search for the truth, a freedom so pure
What beholds for my precious son
Will he fill his life with distance run
One thing for sure, there is no regret
This time with my child I shall never forget
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