Should the last of us be here today
Then none more need be said
But should you be, my son, instead
Then I am never dead.
For my life has been spoken for
And lived unto its last
But you, my son, can carry on
And honor what is past.
The circle of the name shall see
Some rise and others fall-
May you be the best of us
And stand tall.
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