I opened the blue album
full of dust and worn
I looked at all the pictures of myself
small, clean and not stained
my thoughts drifted
formerly full of love
remembered all the stories people told
about my history
they said I was always pampered
they said I was always fondled
beautiful notes
always unraveled from her
naughty cries from my lips
there will be no suffering
soft and holy hands
have lifted this self
body and soul and all of life
she is willing to give
oh mother is there and is not
you It's always in my heart...

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