A pale mother wasting away
in her room, theres cancer
in her blood, and to prove
it, they had her breast
removed,
AND i cried,
and i cried,
but it was all in vain.
A pale mother sitting in
total silence, theres music
in her head, but her hands
wont play.
AND i cried,
and i cried,
but it was all in vain.
A pale mother finds the keys
to heaven, but first she has
to die.
AND i cried,
and i cried,
but it was all in vain.
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