The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans
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of moments and the man he must become
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A whole world away eighteen brothers holding out while the tree
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of importance waits but close and safe wife and daughters hear no drums
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or the voices of those he'll change
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and if it feels good they must understand that the way had opened
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to just a man with a faith in all good people walking gently knowing
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just how wonderful it is
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of the family portrait and a path unchosen both the roaring lions
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of emotion he knew one day would have to come
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while a whole world away his old home is reaching out
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with the hands of enraptured hope but more than that they hold up
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the one they want to the sun he's the only one...good for you sule.
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Good For Sule
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I Mother Earth |