Old folks told me you’re not coming home.
Old folks told
Momma, please tell me truly
even though life ain't what it
I must've been four when you touched my arm.
Skies were
If a single drop of honey
would bring you to me
I'd
(World sits outside the door)
Men wai you ge shijie
(A voice
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who's gonna glove your
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