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My child....
So innocent, peaceful, carefree.
Always content, never bitter.
How is it one as beautiful as you began in me?
Thoughts, visions and dreams of you, before you even came.
The world is yours. If it was mine to give, I'd let you enjoy the life I didn't live, and insist you must remember to call his name.
He will give you all I wanted to offer, most of which is not in my grasp, for the world is his, not mine, to give; all that's required of you is to simply ask.
Many times you wanted, I couldn't.
I knew you needed. I should have.
I apologize for being only a man.
It’s not mine to give, but it is of he whom I live and it is him who you must stand before.
Just remember to call his name.