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Apr 2015
Your eyes are tired
your hair is grey
mother forgive me
for the times I’ve strayed

The moon is cold
but my heart is colder
was ****** and jealous
as I got older

So mother dear, won’t you forgive me
for all the time I came near to death
there are some things I still regret
from the day I packed my things and left

Your poor old heart
is all strung out
sining tales of days bygone
you told me Son don’t be your daddy
he was never here

Dear old mother
hear my cry
remember the days
you said you’d never die


So mother dear, won’t you forgive me
for all the time I came near to death
there are some things I still regret
from the day I packed my things and left

Your eyes were tired
your hair was grey
my heart is broken
you said you stay.
Just a song I wrote.
Paulina
Written by
Paulina  London
(London)   
877
   Cecil Miller
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