Oh-a-oh My Grandfather, the cubist I'm the seventh son, born to sons of ideals Oh-a-oh My grandfather, the cubist I'm the daughter born To the sons of ideas My grandfather, the cubist An ageless countenance in the midst of our times A voice among the great icons A force felt like a wind on my generation |
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