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Mum...
I miss my mum
Whenever I hurt
Be it a broken heart
Or a grazed knee
She was there to comfort me
No matter the problem
Be it monsters under the bed
Dark shadows on the walls
A soothing word and a cuddle
Gave me the protection needed
Was never too old
Whenever I hurt
Be it a broken heart
Or a grazed knee
She was there to comfort me
No matter the problem
Be it monsters under the bed
Dark shadows on the walls
A soothing word and a cuddle
Gave me the protection needed
Was never too old
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