A motherless child
is like a blade of grass
prone to every wind
wishing for the time to pass
For such a child,
the spring don't come
and no winter is mild
and no place is home...
For such a child,
how one happiness finds?
with no twinkling star
with no diamonds in the sky...
Inspired by "Mama is the best" chinese children song
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