I grew up in the tranquility of the woods, running free beneath the Oak, Birch and Chestnut trees. The voice of a loving mother was not to be; in my heart, she was very dear to me.
I remembered her voice upon the waves of a summer wind; I pretended that she lived within my enchanted dreams. With the sun upon my face as it filtered through where I sat on the branches of a tree; I pretended that the branches were her loving arms wrapped around me.
I grew up with many strange voices, and left to take care of me, my daddy really tried. So I flourished under heavenly skies, I was silent in my loneliness, from birth a motherless child.
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