Still she weeps about her son
Who lost for ever for her
Who died in an accident
She thinks he is alive
And abandoned her in old age
Or believing he is alive
And smiling sometimes, crying more
The mother's heart is full of wisdom
The mother likes to see the children
They are children even if grown
In her eyes they are not mature enough.
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