92.Mother No More
I will never hear you in the morning
No, I will never hear your voice again
You will never say that you love the little cakes
That I bake so early in the morning
No, I will never hear it again
She'll never hear him in the evening
No, she will never hear his voice again
He will never say, 'It's my favorite time of day'
When the sun is setting in the evening
No, she will never hear it again
But I know I'll hear you when it's late at night
And you're sleeping in your room again
You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war
And I'll hear you sobbing after midnight
No, you will not say 'Mother' again
No, you won't say 'Mother' again
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