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long ago when the century was younglived a man who passed his land on to his sonlong ago when the moral of man was highlife was a battle just to surviveevery day a struggle and a toilto harvest the land and to seed the soilhe worked in the forest and he worked in the fieldsworked day and night to feed his familybehold the old man - striving all he canbehold the old man - for he is the hero of the landhe never cared much for fortune and famehe never cried and he never complainedhe built his dream with his bare hands & minda simple man but an artist of lifeand still today as I behold the old man
I see him striving all that he canone of these days he'll pass his land on to his sonlet his spirit guide us when this century is gone...behold the old man - striving all he canbehold the old man - for he is the hero of the landone of these days... I'll be the old manand I'll will fight for my family and landbehold the old man - striving all he canbehold the old man - the hero of the landbehold the old man - striving all he canbehold the old man - for he is the hero of the land
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