Living Water
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Little drops of living water
Lost and gone beneath the fodder
I lost a father
I lost a father
If it's for its own sake
We live and we die
I venture after nothing resides
But I lost a father
I lost a father
I allotted visitations with the other side
Then I visit with the father
Let him curb my pride
But I lost a father
I lost a father
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