In my dream, I saw my mother dead.
My waking up, in cries,
Reminded me of the time I was crying
Looking at the balloon I let slip to the sky
In the morning of a feast.
In my dream, I saw my mother dead.
My waking up, in cries,
Reminded me of the time I was crying
Looking at the balloon I let slip to the sky
In the morning of a feast.
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