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This story began before I was born |
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A childless woman cried sadly at home |
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Her maid gave birth to a child of her own |
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My father felt joy yet he was torn |
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A conflict began one day at dawn |
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The maid took your hand and you were gone |
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To the desert you left, towards the unknown |
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I reckon you were so alone |
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God will hear you oh, my blood |
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For the years you roamed in dirt and mud |
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Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood |
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Forgive me, brother |
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You did nothing wrong and took all the shame |
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I suffered myself, yet I am to blame |
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The lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claim |
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That kid on the mountain, - what was his name? |
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Brother hear my plea tonight |
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I grew tired from these endless years of (Our) fight |
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From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light |
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Please hear me, brother... |
