Mama, mama
Her silhouette is outlined in the deep pale moon
The branch tilts downward from her weight
The wind is filled with sounds of crying
The wind is filled with sounds of laughter
She sways elegantly back and forth
Mama, mama
You are so beautiful
Her silhouette is outlined in the deep pale moon
The branch cracking from her weight
In the wind, I hear her crying
In the wind, I hear my laughter
She sways desperately back and forth
Mama, mama
You are gone
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