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My Father | ||
| My father's age is four-score years. He's had his share of joys and tears. It seems to me that he is wise And does so well in all he tries. His eyes are dim, his beard is white, Yet still he strives for what is right. Adversity has come his way But never has he rued the day. He raised three sons with loving care And still has lots of love to spare. He fears not death because he knows He's headed for the place he chose. | ||
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