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Empty Seats and Broken Teeth.
lieskilllies

You aren't a mother anymore,
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but you're babying your thoughts.
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If I'm dying you'll be bringing.
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If I'm dead, I'll be brought.
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If we're alive,
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if we can help it,
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let the love sink in.
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24 Nov 06

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short but with aim.
 — listen

No clue what you're trying to convey here.  
 — Isabelle5

It's about a friend of mine passing away last year. His mother was a teacher of mine.
 — lieskilllies

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