And, of course, I miss my father. How could I not
When I dream up such a gorgeous scene of deep summer
In the boiling city of the Golden Triangle, that tender palm
Of this clement universe, a warmth and a wonder
And my father away out in the wilderness, Omar
Please keep that man safe.
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