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The tears of a crowd of old children I string them on a white hair I throw the wet chain into the air And wish that I had a mother No sun shines for me No breast that cried milk A tube put in my throat I have no navel in my belly Mother, mother! Mother, mother! I was not allowed to lick a nipple...
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