Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise . With the tremendous sound of the shaking of the ground . I saw you sink down on the chaotic playground . In my ears the grieved shouts still resound. . Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise . The stars filling the sky are all your tears . I am not wandering lonely in darkness . Hand in hand classmates sing themselves hoarse. . Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise . The teacher said the twittering of birds and the fragrance of flowers was not there again . Thus I am re
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