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MOTHER OF THE GONE

Mother of the goneWho still feels the pain of the bornAs sadness toots its hornWith no hope of living till dawnThere sure is a mornSo live through your torn III know you picture earth’s heatAs it, like a disgusting glutton, your precious eatsI know you’re feeling self-blame’s beatAs it calls your living a shameful cheatI […]