I dreamt a dream of your last night
Where you were absent in your home
I learnt a thought that I did not realise
I must have thought more often for me
As she waltzed through your home and my heart
The hairbrush shed the last long hairs
I would ever leave behind
Your mother said to me
Her last goodbye.
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