Every morning the sun rises,
Or so they say,
And angel goes around the world,
Or so they say,
The heavenly form collects the love from mothers,
Or so they say,
They put the love for children in the sun,
Or so they say,
That's why the sun rises,
Or so they say,
But I have no mother,
No mother that loves,
That's why the sunrise is bleak and gray for me.

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