Run, run
My daughter…
Run…
Bear your father, the tidings of his new born son…
Run to him and bring him before me…
I, shall live no longer …
I shall die of relief…
Bring him to me before, I die…
Daughters,
Raise this brother of yours to be our land’s king..
Tell him,
I brought him to our world as my last hope…
Bring me your father,
For he shall rest in peace at last……
I have borne him a son
at last…
…remember my words my dear...
Bring glory my son!!!!
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