You´ve walked a million miles in ancient time,
Savouring centuries past, one by one,
Waving to the moon, sipping rain, stalking sunshine,
You´re an old soul, a deep, happy soul, you’re my son Ivan.
Time moves rapidly on, so must you,
Don´t live past lives, don´t stop & linger,
It´s time to discover what´s false, what´s true,
You have the universe at the tip of your finger.
I wish you luck & I wish you happy well,
As you´re guided by your own special star,
Head for heaven my son & bypass hell,
I know you´ll go far & so very well.
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