what kind of soil Dont know what clay this mother is made ofCovers us with four blankets and herself sleeps under one veilAnd we are the one who is kept in a corner in the darkAnd mother is the light that burns herselfnever miss a chance to keep you in the lightDont know what clay this mother is made of.
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