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The sky was black and the rain fell hard
Whilst daddy wept in pain
The old man in bed was lying on his back
Semi-concious and suffering
Let's call the medicine man
And bring him here as fast as we can
But they asked for rivers of gold for their corporate sham
The old man slowly faded away
For several weeks thereafter
I would cry, "On God! Please don't take him away!
His death would be a disaster!"
Our wealth was dried up through our home
And thus we pawned off our belongings
But to save the man was a plan unachievable
Through our penurious longings
On father! Please be strong!
Your wife and son depend on you
But the day would certainly come
When his death would poison the brew
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