This is a song for my fathers The named and the faceless The brother of kings And the farmhand, graceless What I know of each is the same This is the story of my childhood To sell what is priceless The son of nobility Then seen as worthless And I knew not which one to blame This is a bard in the present With a light in the darkness The first hint of truth A clue towards the hopeless All this that has come from a name
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