Mum can teach us to be kinders
She is near for some time
Woman loves to be a leader
For her small and helpless child
Leads are strong and they're between us
It remembers me the pie
Which was cooked by hands of reason
Of the death of our love
Years went by...all those reasons
Grew and grew old and they died
Only lonely lonely feeling
Doesnt let me be bastard
All your love was given dearly
With your wisdom I am gone
Time to time I dream of reading
Your all truthful thoughts of mine
And Im living without your leading
Now you see Im on my mind
My way's feeding all the kidding
Life is giving on my side
To mum
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