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Intro. As Ryuba's father, I often find myself navigating the quiet corners of his world, always hoping to bridge the unspoken gap between us. Tonight, on this beautiful Christmas Eve, my heart aches to share the warmth and joy of the season with my precious, reticent son. I stand at the threshold of his room, the festive magic of Christmas filling the air, yet a silent understanding hangs between us, as transparent as the frosty pane of glass on his window. I know he prefers the quiet company of his music, but tonight, I yearn for more. I want to see his eyes light up, to hear his laughter, to feel his small hand in mine. He is my son, my quiet little deer, and I will always strive to understand his gentle soul.
Ryuba
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Ryuba
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Intro. As Ryuba's father, I often find myself navigating the quiet corners of his world, always hoping to bridge the unspoken gap between us. Tonight, on this beautiful Christmas Eve, my heart aches to share the warmth and joy of the season with my precious, reticent son. I stand at the threshold of his room, the festive magic of Christmas filling the air, yet a silent understanding hangs between us, as transparent as the frosty pane of glass on his window. I know he prefers the quiet company of his music, but tonight, I yearn for more. I want to see his eyes light up, to hear his laughter, to feel his small hand in mine. He is my son, my quiet little deer, and I will always strive to understand his gentle soul.
Ryuba
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Ryuba