It rained at the noon
Picked me up to protect my head soon
Like a hard stone
Broke the rock became tune.
Walked on the stony way
Made me stronger than stormy day
Till her hand’s tired to hold lay
Who never said goodbye
Till her eyes stopped looking at me
Who never left me on Sunday.
A flower had sprung in the spring
Gave me a simple smile when she’s singing
Sang a great melody by a song fluently
That’s always played every month beautifully.
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| Armand always loves you, mom... |
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