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Ask Mother
Ask Mother;
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
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