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Make Mama Cry
When they say to stay gold
Is it for bright days to sit between your ears?
All the cotton clouds, two or three, right there?
Or is it to find strength for your arms to pull you over the mossed edge?
Mama cried after every light accomplishment
Whether it be reinstated love or you set a day aside for treks and hikes
Or graduated from University
You seen Mama cry when t...
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