| You’re the many
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| You’re the air that leaves my lip as I make mention of you
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| You’re the thought wrapped in my head
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| You’re the ink that leaves this pen as I write all about you
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| As you are
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| Mother I maybe
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| Or maybe not
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| But it all looks different
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| With all you brought
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| You’re the quiet forming cloud
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| You’re the nebula that pulls a glow from emptiness
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| You’re the deep and secret sea
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| Acquiesce in colors siphoned from the love that is me
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| As we are
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| Mother I maybe
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| Or maybe not
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| But it all looks different
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| With all you’ve brought
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| A magic reverie
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| Discreet as you are
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| Oh, show me the power
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| Power, power
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| Mother I maybe
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| Or maybe not
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| But it all looks different
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| With all you’ve brought
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe
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| Mother maybe, mother maybe |