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My old and dear father, |
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My inspiration of life, |
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The bed you've laying on |
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for me is an altar like. |
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My dues with you are all my |
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Own life's treasures and gifts, |
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And I feel cold and sad |
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Now that your spirit lifts. |
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Stroke me again, |
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Don't leave us alone, |
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I feel safe as once no more. |
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You renounced too much time |
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To my help in the fields, |
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To let me cultivate |
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My talent in swords and shields |
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I always paid honour |
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To the efforts you made to me |
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So you are my pattern |
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In supporting the family |
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Stroke me again, |
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Don't leave us alone, |
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I feel safe as once no more. |
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As a shining star in the night |
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You have led me in my sky, |
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And my path is not as bright |
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As when you were on my side. |
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I wouldn't never let you go... |
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My personal hero |
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My old and dear father, |
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My inspiration of life, |
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The bed you've laying on |
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for me is an altar like. |
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I'll try to lead my life |
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As a mighty sword in the sky |
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Then rejoin you in heaven |
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So towards God we will fly |
