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Mama

I can recall when I was young, I didnt know I was different at all.
I can recall looking into Mama face, is there something wrong with my face?
And she stood there in all her grace, and said go out and play before it gets too late.
Mama, was always there to save my grace. So I know when I look into her face. It is and now her face that gives me grace.

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