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A Child's Regret

My mother was so
Small and tender, I am told—
You see, I don’t remember.

I was so little
And did not know
Someone so young
That I loved so much
Would soon go.

Who will help me grow?
And now the snow
Covers everything,
And I will never know.»


Adele, 1976

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