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Jan 2016
When you're falling short and solemn,
when your head falls to your chest,
and your chest to your knees.
Mother kisses your forehead as she lifts it up,
she hugs you tightly as she pulls you up.
how it should be
Maria
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Maria  U.S.
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   Camron Elliott
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