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My brother, my mom’s only son
Scared of what she will say

Bitter taste,written on the wall
Like a song, scared to dance to

Salt, a lump of, torn into
My eyes as a child

Fit it all into one song
You have my childhood

Plagued by nothing but innocence
And torn from bliss, early

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