o father mine: as you have taught,
your lord does live in psalms.
his breath does play atop the pines,
and dances on the palms.
and I have heard, o father mine,
the glory in his song.
I promise, lord, I love the right,
condemn the wretched wrong.
so if I stretch the skin of slaves
across my dusty drums,
will you be proud, o father mine,
the day my kingdom comes?
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