The more I think
More you move far
All but I try is
Create a delicate
way in my blood for
months one more
than just eight
where you can reside
To see a world
through your eyes
To feel happy
in your hug tight
To be promoted
in a rank high
To jump from a wife
to a place where
A Mother survive
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