Mama, Mama

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The children have come.
The children have gone.
What is left?
The night.
The whispers.
Mama, Mama
I love you.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
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Mama. Mama.
Deep resonate voices
Echo the whispers
Of childhood.
Mama, I love you.
The children have come.
The children have gone.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
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It is night.
I will always
Hear the whispers.
Mama, Mama,
I have a secret.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
Mama, Mama,
Mama, Mama.
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Bear … o5.11.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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