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Mother, Mother
are you crying? 
Come and look, 
the roses are dying.
Mother, Mother
I am hungry.
Come and see, 
the dishes are piling.
Mother, Mother
I am lonely.
Come and hear, 
My heart's key is snapping.
Mother, Mother
are you sleeping? 
Come and run, 
Let's play in the sun once more.
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