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It's not fair
when you were small, you'd cry and sob.
And I would pray and say Dear God
Give me the pain that he doth bear.
For he's a child and its not fair.
An ailing babe, you worried me.
And close to me, you'd always be.
Until a youth you did become.
And needed not your poor old mum.
Another woman has stole your heart.
And left for me not even a part.
I look at all the love you own.
To give this girl, and her alone.
And now it's I that cries and sobs.
And prays and says, Dear God.
I have the pain that he did bear.
But I'm his mum, and it's not fair.
Ella
