Beloved child to you I'll tell
The few things that I know right well
That on bleak mornings still the sun will rise
That beauty can be found through others' eyes
I'll tell to you my dearest truth of all
That if you wish to stand alone
By that wish you have begun to fall
For life is one long sweet embrace
In which trees poets stars and stones
All find a place
And last of all I wish you free
To think in different ways from me
I think you can tell I wrote this for my first child.
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