Soul of the living
Soul of the dead
Came to believing
Shared to be read
I was a child
Only a girl
From nature's mild
Head's on twirl
I was a lady
Simple with my life
Thinking so clearly
Just like a wife
I was a grandma
Watching my children
Alone I la-la-la
My lullaby since then
Soul of my youth
Soul of my old
Singing with my mouth
A hope to hold
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