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Hyacinth garden I am not the man my father was;
In addition, my son is a man better than I am.
They try to do as every man does;
He was, he truly is a shepherd to the lamb.
They are surely a part of a grandeur plan.
I can only do as much as I can.
He would have loved him so.
They never had a chance to know.
I am the bridge that spans the divide.
Time is the wall that is more than merely implied.
He is gone and he is here.
In my heart, they both remain so dear.
I am not the man my son is,
In addition, my father was a man better than I am.
They are both better than my best side.
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow both I have cried.
I am the bridge that spans the divide.
