The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
My Dear Mother, it's sad I'll never see your face,
Hear your voice, or hold your hand
But I know you'll understand
Time and distance are not kind
Sixteen years is too long you'll find
A way as it always seems
To come greet me in my dreams.

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