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My aunt would turn on her phone And play some songs Air Supply as lullabies And others that would cradle me to sleep The music from the phone eased the yearn for my mother's comforting songs Still now, music remains to grow strong in my heart
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
At Night
My aunt would turn on her phone And play some songs Air Supply as lullabies And others that would cradle me to sleep The music from the phone eased the yearn for my mother's comforting songs Still now, music remains to grow strong in my heart
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
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