for all the missing fragments
Only the winter sky above,
covers the flying doves
Like that cold December,
the whole world turned around her
She was wrecked as a loner,
now she's going to be a goner
Like a vanishing shadow,
it took her to sorrow
She looks at her daughter,
with tears of a mourning mother
Her angel flew high above,
she look sad and she sobbed
As the world looked on,
she wrote a wonderful song
A song that expressed,
all her sorrowful laments
A song for all the mothers,
and the offering of all the flowers
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