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Brother, calling freely

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Brother, calling freely
Sister, singing sweetly
Father, walking slowly
Mother, she is gone.

Mother went away from us.
Mother walked so far.
Mother watched in distance
Mother, yes, she saw.


Mother, she was beautiful
Mother, she was fair
Mother had intelligence
Mother's soft brown hair.


Mother, she was everything
But mother, she is gone.
Mother walked away from us
The lovely, graceful swan.

Mother, how i miss her
And i wonder where she is
Does she miss me as i do?
Yes, my father says.

Mother, is she coming home?
Mother, does she live?
Mother, where's the love for us
For mother, what i'd give.





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