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O, what great pain my heart pours.
when my children with their sad faces
and crying they ask, "Where is our mother"?
Your mother is in heaven God bless her
he dicided her life was on offering, he yelled without a doubt
i prefer my child to live, i give my life in his place
When the doctor asks me sir what is your opinion I told him I want
Please save my wife later
I went with my wife and looking at me he smiled
Sweetheart of my life, this is hopeless, I entrust a lot to my
Children, offer peace and comfort, remind them that their mother will take care of them.
From heaven the afternoons bring me memories until I start to cry
Seeing my children playing they say they hear you talk and what do you tell them
Children, take good care of your father, three children and a sad man with
Flowers went to decorate the tomb of a great mother who always
They will remember and I cry for my part my life I will never go to you
and for my part my love, i will never forget you
And I cry from heaven I will never go to you
Forget neither you nor my children my love
End from the heirs of the band...
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