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    That old soul was sitting still,
    In his eyes I could see the light of life vanishing,
    Having lost his true love long ago,
    He had no one to talk to no where to go,
    His life wasn't a triumph,
    But he fulfilled all his duties as father, a son, as husband to his blind wife,
    No matter what goes wrong or right he kept his head high.

    But still a little something ached his heart,
    Looking at his grandson's books and pencils,
    His heart cried, Oh I wish.