This is what my Mama alway tell me to do To alway walk with a strong Coat and never miss a life boat This is what my Mama alway tell me to do To alway Observe the climate whether Before losing Break in a bird Feather This is what my mama Alway tell me to do To alway move Slowly in a crystal Road and fold my heart toward the Sun unseen This is what she all said To me in the winter of Angola
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