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….my mother left home…,
left me and my Father,
left every room on a shining moon,
made cry me and my brother.
She left home,
this house is all alone.
But I forgot to ask you some simple things, like,
who s gonna buy me some wings,
for I m too small, can t get trough this door alone,
and don t know the ways to store.
I didn t get chance to ask you, Mom,
which flower smells the best
so I can pick some, Mom, in the yard and lighten up all the rest.
I can t say, Mom, I remember the color of your eyes, for I was too small,
just remember you were probably wise,
once you bought me a doll.
I was too small to know,
could spend all day walking down the hall,
for I barely crawled.
And now I m a few years old
on my hair a curly bow, Mom,
why you left home,
this house is all alone.
Brother s checked out till down,
Father s watering the lawn,
will I ever grow, …this house is all alone...
angel saviour
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