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my mother and my father and the love once in betweenam I the art of a lost love?did it ever get to me?my mother used to ask me "who do you want to be?""happy" was all the answers that ever came withinand look at my mother, my mirrorshe defines all I'll ever belearned everything from hergot her color, hair and skinand my father, the figureheard I'm so much like himgot his nose and his lieshis mother is also in meand it's not hatred I sing ofit's not anger, not lossjust plain forms of truthin dirty words and dustand back to the now old motherat four, "fly high" she said to meI still wonder to this daywhat high really means to be?now she's changing and so am Iboth aging yet so freesometimes it makes me wonderis this as close as we'll ever be?
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