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Crazy Da Must Sing

Who is my inheritor?

I am an old man

with battled grounds to give.

I am an old man

with useless gold in hand.

I am an old progenitor

with women for his sons.

I am a widower

all so long ago,

so long alone,

whose fields commemorate

the youthful bride.

Who will come to take these things from me

and give me life?
My life will be the nations of my sons.

My life will be the women of these lands.

My life will be the unions

after war

that are the universe itself.