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A father's prayer, a mountain's grace,

A #Legacy of love upon my face.

Each whispered word, a sacred trust,

To guide my children from the dust.

Blessed are the poor, the meek, the mild,

My little ones, my precious child.

Teach them to mourn, to seek His light,

And turn from darkness to what's right.

Forgive their trespasses, like ours,

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Love thy neighbor, self deny,

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For strength to raise them virtuously.

In fast and prayer, our spirits blend,

A family's journey without end.

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