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My mother taught me well
But never did she tell
That beautiful words of farewell
Are so difficult to spell
I wrote a note
But it turned out pale
Cause my voice was weak and lame
Were are we going to?
My mother taught me well
But never did she tell
That beautiful words of farewell
Are so difficult to spell
I wrote a note
But it turned out pale
Cause my voice was weak and lame
Were are we going to?