I long for my mother's bread
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My mother's coffee
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Her touch
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Childhood memories grow up in me
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Day after day
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I must be worth my life
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At the hour of my death
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Worth the tears of my mother.
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***
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And if I come back one day
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Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
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Cover my bones with the grass
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Blessed by your footsteps
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Bind us together
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With a lock of your hair
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With a thread that trails from the back of your dress
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I might become immortal
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Become a God
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If I touch the depths of your heart.
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***
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If I come back
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Use me as wood to feed your fire
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As the clothesline on the roof of your house
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Without your blessing
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I am too weak to stand.
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***
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I am old
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Give me back the star maps of childhood
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So that I
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Along with the swallows
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Can chart the path
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Back to your waiting nest. |