The fire has gone out, wet from snow above But nothing will warm me more, than my, my mother's love. I light another candle, dry the tears from my face. Nothing can protect me more than my mother's warm embrace The path ahead is dark, so dark I cannot see But I will not fear 'cause my mother looks over me.
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