My mother is music, my father poetry
mother always played and sang to me
of fairies and prayer and love
My father told me stories of magical castles
and robbers and princes and castles and things
with his dreams so alive, so wonderful
I rhyme my father's words to the musical tune
that mother's songs composed in my heart
I wish that one day together they will find a way
To marry love's poetry with a musical melody
they both speak and sing of love so much, but
there is no love for my father in what mother does!
mother always played and sang to me
of fairies and prayer and love
My father told me stories of magical castles
and robbers and princes and castles and things
with his dreams so alive, so wonderful
I rhyme my father's words to the musical tune
that mother's songs composed in my heart
I wish that one day together they will find a way
To marry love's poetry with a musical melody
they both speak and sing of love so much, but
there is no love for my father in what mother does!
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