At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there
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Mother is not a word
Mother is the world
Love is her award
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Moon and night
Dark and light
On a sheet of soul
Your ink
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Who can ignore
Your beauty?
Black butterfly
Beneath the flowers
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As a woman in her time odd or good in a man
She needy a complex
Of me but not crook
Which colors of all flowers creatively I contain
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Marmalade jar
As morning shine
Sweet MOM
Your heart is honey
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Logic meant to be flat
My love meant to fight
My land is the land of the lonely tree
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Pain, pain, pain
Where the heart in a pain
Love and pain
Bung! Where the head in a pain
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