Do you live yet, my poor old mother?I, too, live, sending you my love.May the twilight climb up like a ladderyour poor cottage and hover above.I`ve heard say you conceal fear,that you miss me, that your life is hard,and along that path, my dear, that you walk, funny-clad, gazing far.But when...
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Do you live yet, my poor old mother?I, too, live, sending you my love.May the twilight climb up like a ladderyour poor cottage and hover above.I`ve heard say you conceal fear,that you miss me, that your life is hard,and along that path, my dear, that you walk, funny-clad, gazing far.But when evening showers down its gloom,you are seeing, you are seeing close,murky inns… bl
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