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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTo Make My Father Proud
To make my father proudTo make my mother smileI need no conquered worlds or fameNor set the pace for styleIf I can follow throughOn what they gave me as my toolsI'll find the way to sail my courseAvoiding ships of foolsIf I don't come up, number oneI'll stand not well apartAs one for numbered numbersWhen knowing in my heartI've done all to be doneTo always do my bestBy listening to me, myselfSo he can do or else(For without compromise,Shall flower the fruit of constant care)In my eleventh hourI'll be a man whenTo face whatever falls my wayPrepare that utter shameTo just be called a part of GodFor which I have been namedA man and a woman's youngest sonWhile growing still a childAnd that will make my father proudAnd make my mother smile...(Proud)
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