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Going Going Gone
Heart beating
Breath escaping Head bopping To the beat Feet moving Hands waving Body swaying To the music My toes Can feel The very soul Of the Mother Under my feet The Mother Is calling Calling Me home Pushing This wild feeling Through My whole entire body Like the blood That flows through my veins The mothers call Urges me home Dancing wildly Singing to my heart and soul I can never escape Home She calls to me Like a warm bed On a cold winters night Like a moth to the flame I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone To find my home It is time to heal It is time to mend It is time to be reborn To recharge my batteries I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone
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