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I talk to her from time to time
I speak of the serious
She riddles and rhymes
When looking to the heavens
Then asking her why
Whenever she won't answer me
Are the sometimes I cry
The brightest star
On a star filled night
When I catch a glimpse
The wrong seems almost alright
I speak to her out loud
She gives me signs
Frustrating are the clues
To things I won't ever find
The days I can't remember
Are the days I miss
I love you mom
You know my wish
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