'mom'

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Loneliness is so bad my mom

What a hairy hand

What a tear-rubbing wipe

How was the day passed

I have a word to say

I'm alone, but I will not be alone

One day I will also love

I will take her and come to her side

I will say loneliness to last longevity


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