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Oh Mum, when does the hurting stop? This pain that tears deep within my heart, Your friendship meant the world to me Now I know the meaning of apart. Oh Mum, when does the crying stop? I think I must have wept a sea of tears, I feel so lost, alone, without you here, Emptier now will be the future years. Oh Mum, when does the longing stop? I lie awake, staring blindly at the night, Your face, your gentle softness and your smile, How I wish I had them in my sight. Oh Mum, when does the grieving stop? Losing you is so very hard to bear You were a very special kind of person Caring, loving, someone really rare. Never is the answer to the questions, Time will ease the pain inside I know, Locked safely in my heart are precious memories, Oh Mum, dear Mum, why did you have to go?
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