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Literature

The Sins of The Father

I’m the sum of all my fathers But I won’t carry all their sins The seed of life is precious But blown away by gentle winds Bad that’s happened in the past Cannot be blamed today For those who came before us Have left their mark but gone away We may inherit family features And some traits just carry on But we are all individuals who Need to know that we belong