O mother of my children
When you're here
Blow the breath of your mouth
Nigh my ears
Your breath blows away my problems
No respite, connect your lips
To mine like wire
Your pink lips
Kiss away my pain
I feel neither sword nor gun
Can take me down
Cause I got life
In your catchy love
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