Once, I saw her striding so elegant in a masquerade
Holding a long-handle glass with crimson liquid
Her laughter echoed the whole ballroom
Buried under a pile of throng scream
Once, I saw her crying at the edge of aisle
Holding a plump baby tightly and an empty rusty can
Her mouth muttered a mercy or something
Buried underneath the thickest pain
Once, I asked her
"Who are you?"
Weeping, she answered "I'm a dirty mom"
Sighing, I told her "There's no dirty mom. You're just such a pity "
Sighing, I told her "There's no dirty mom. You're just such a pity "
Staring at me, she said, "Show me to be pretty...."
I said "Just do something cutie...Throw away your mask and rusty can"
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