tears would hardly stop flowing from her eyes
if only she could have a request,
would heaven let the time say 'yes'?
it was a cold winter in a small town
smiling faces with sometimes a frown
she knows, they won't feel down
for they used to be the only son
is it better to be alone?
when maliciousness will no longer sit on the throne
and the kitchen will be safe from explosion
there the answer persists, still like a stone
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