Do it now, my son
For today shall slip away;
But if it's in your memory won
It forever there shall stay.
Do it now, my child
For tomorrow shall not wait;
Though you may think time's passage mild
Let that not your hunger sate.
Do it now, my blood
For your destiny must prevail;
And when you lie me in the mud
Beweep not my wayward trail.
For I formed you, and in you I eternally shall reside,
As a memory, hopefully, never to be cast aside.
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