I am my father's son
fruit of his loins
morning of many a night
an end to his travails
in his eyes I am made;
the mirror of an unlived adventure
son of a sun
emblem of generations past
I am my father's son
strength of his grey hair
his joy at sunset
the memoirs of a lost youth
my father is a king
needing no crown or regalia
that makes me an heir
to the throne of meekness
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