The tears of an old group of children
I pull them onto a white hair
Throw the wet chain in the air
And wish that I had a mother tte
No sun shining on me
No breast cried milk
There's a tube in my throat
I don't have a navel on my stomach
Mother
I was allowed no nipple licking
And no wrinkle to hide
No one gave me a name
Conceived in haste and without seed
To the mother who never gave birth to me
I swore this night
I will give her a disease
And then sink her in the river
Mother
An eel lives in her lungs
A birthmark on my forehead
Remove it with Messer's kiss
Even if I have to die from it
Mother
An eel lives in her lungs
A birthmark on my forehead
Remove it with Messer's kiss
Even if I have to bleed to death
Mother
Oh, give me strength

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