Air so clear and sky so blue
Fields are wide and minds are too.
Children, to me, are most dear,
In any case, in any year.
But children grow and move away,
My life gets lonlier each day.
My son's handsome, strong as can be,
He left my house to be free.
I helped him out and waved goodbye,
I couldn't help but give a sigh.
His face in my mind I would burn,
I knew he'd be gone for many a turn.
To this day I've still not seen
His face near mine and so I lean
Upon my staff and I cry,
"My son! To me! Before I die!"
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