In My Mothers Eyes
Thym tiss the Moon-light,
Shawn on me, & a glimpse of
The Sun, in my Mind...
What was this Idea, Lost On Me...
Fore, every tear, it seems,
Ney it twas what I Lost,
But how it seemed always lost,
& Always Found,
Like the Glimpse of The Sun.
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