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Nothing do I crave more.
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Yet he has to find his own path,
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or be forever lost.
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Of course.
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I speak my heart, absent thought.
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It weighs heavy, seeing one so loved cast adrift.
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I can offer him no light upon welcoming shore.
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Yet you may appear
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as bright as the North Star,
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constant in its guidance.
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I'd do anything to ease the suffering
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of both son, and noble father.