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Oct 2015
When I was a little child
And I'd fall and cut myself
I'd run to my mother
Surely surely
She could help
Her eyes met mine
As she wiped away my tears
And kissed the pain away            years have passed since those days
And now life has left me with these cuts on my soul
And my mother isn't there to kiss them away
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