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Remembrance
Come rain, the beautiful of ma mama spoke,
Come sun, her smile remained me of her tears,
The thunder stormed, many were the slaps I received,
The wind cooled, without end her comfort called.
She...
Come sun, her smile remained me of her tears,
The thunder stormed, many were the slaps I received,
The wind cooled, without end her comfort called.
She...
