If your son has taken to drinking
And has turned into a drinker
Then be sure of it
Everything will finish it
Whatever good it is in,
The things will sell it,
The house will not remain a house
But a wine house,
One of brawl, fracas, altercation,
Fight and quarrel,
People will move away,
Goodwill will finish it
And the house will destroy it
Built with so much grit and perseverance.
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