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The fireworks pop gently 
As the Euchrist shines brightly 
And gilded white arches slightly 
Oh dear friend, I fear for you 
That these broken arms will haunt 
You for the rest of your days 
But in the cool, smoky air 
There is also healing for one 
So broken as you, needing a father 
To be there and sing to you 
Like when you were a little girl 
And so dear friend, you come 
Imperfect, lonely, but he loves you 
The father loves you, always 
And he won't let go, never 
And he will sing to you, forever

Dear Friend