Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud,
The singular sombre face; gaud
The dawning and evening stars that shines,
upon the cradle of babes.
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Gracious mama
One is your number
With silk hands of care
Soothing voice of clarinet
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Am not too old to cry
Mama, I need you to wipe my tears
When things go wrong
I will be coming home
...
waking to the warm embrace of the dawning sun,
another broken night;
another chain complete of broken dreams
of the winds whispering your melody
...