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White is the cord that held the baby
The mother’s life, sails to her baby
The cord is cut, the baby cries
Her mother smiles, her mother cries
A smile is born, a tear is born,
with lie of a life, truth of death is born,
the nurses cry, a girl is born
father cries, the grandmother cries,
all the glitter breaks and dies…
the mother screams, the mother’s sad
and in her body, a mother is dead
she fights with herself a little while
she tries to put a brazen smile..
“I admit I am no use, no use at all
I admit I am guilty of this gory crime
Still I ask for a wish fulfilled
let me see her for one last time”
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