The more will be the fall,
The more is her face.
I watch my mother,
She's called Anthea.
She carries me down to my chair,
I hope that she knows I love her.
I'm able to love in spite of my difference.
I pose my hands on the keyboard,
She takes the other to support me,
To help me...
She takes me slowly to her study,
In front of the computer because I cannot use a pencil.
I pose my hands on the keyboard.
She takes the other to support me,
To help me!

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