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Again, another night with out sleep,
Couldn't sleep, couldn't think, nothing but weep.
Thats all my mother ever does, weep and cry,
She asks god why.
"Why do I have to suffer so?"
"Why is my life full of such woe?"
She wishes she was dead,
Never to see me wed.
My mother would rather die than live, I'm telling you, It's all because of me!
My moms say to me "I want my ashes spread out across the sea..."
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