She sees with my eyes, she writes with my hands. The feelings in my heart begin with her those of her own.
Some call her dead, but that’s no thing.
I call her Mom.
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She sees with my eyes, she writes with my hands. The feelings in my heart begin with her those of her own.
Some call her dead, but that’s no thing.
I call her Mom.
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