Oh mother, where have you gone?
Tell me when you will be back mother
I will be on my own rather
This night is eating me; I don’t know where to go
Dogs are barking outside, I don’t want this show
I have been strong for a long time
But I can’t climb these walls with thyme
So come to my voice mother and take me home
This is not the place to roam
My mind is a whispering dome
This is not the place very noam
So come to my voice mother and take me home
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