Who are you?
When we are old and oh so grey,
Hope you’ll look back with me,
To tell me I was a good man,
With me felt good to be,
I hope you will recount the times,
That I stood up for you,
And made you laugh during the times,
When you were feeling blue,
It is my aim before I go,
That you would say to me,
I gave you all you needed to,
Fly high and feel free,
If when we're sat all wrinkled up,
Still holding your hand tight,
You let me know your life was good,
I’ll be proud I did right,
Right now I am just thirty-two,
To me you’re still unknown,
But hope you know I’ll cherish you,
This magic that we own.
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