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Mother, Mother
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.
poem
by
Frederick Kesner
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