My Younger Son Is Abroad

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My son is abroad, My son is telling me, Father, cry not, cry not, If you cry the sky will fall down, If you cry water will be there Everywhere filling The land and the ocean. My son is abroad, My son is telling to his mother, Mother, cry not, cry not, If you cry all will be there Filled with water to wash away Everything that are there And none will stay alive. My son is abroad, My son is telling his brother, Brother, stay smile, I am here, take care of Father and mother and sister, They are all there with you, make them not cry, brother, Try to understand their language, Language of love and affection. My son is abroad, My son is telling me, father, Think me I am near, very near, If you so like, see me And talk to me by skype, Take care of you, take care of all father, I am here only for you And to fulfill the dreams Of all here

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