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Come child lay your head down |
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This river sings without sound |
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All of these things in your mind |
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Leave them behind |
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My mother's village |
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Is inside |
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How can one leave her? |
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Mother of time |
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Come child eat of this fruit |
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All of me is for you |
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For you are my very own |
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Welcome, welcome home |
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My mother's village |
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Is inside |
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How can one leave her? |
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Mother of time |
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Mother of the virtuous |
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Or mother of the wicked |
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We're upon your lap here |
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And all of us are children |
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Poetry's no use when describing who you are |
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Creator of the love that's inside of my heart |
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Darker than the night, yeah, brighter than the sun |
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Higher than the mountains, deeper than the ocean |
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You keep the world turning |
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You're an unseen power |
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I know not the time |
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Not the place, or the hour |
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Rising with the sun |
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Shine and setting with the moon |
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All your instruments are playing |
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All are perfectly in tune |
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Flowing with the water |
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And burning in the fire |
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My mama is the queen of this whole empire |
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As I sit back while I watch her play the part |
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As the beggar, as the king, as the thief, it's her art |
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I am just a color in her unseen picture |
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A pen in her hand as she writes her scripture |
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My mother's village |
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Is inside |