A father he was, gallant as ever;
His breath was telling, his moods temperamental;
In the morn, he gathers like a storm,
night, calms as the tamed wind;
night, calms as the tamed wind;
Gone is the fondness, diminished are his tenderness.
1932 - 2009
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