Rosângela Trajano
Mamãe morreu
Minha mamãe morreu
Eu não sei onde ela foi morar
Parece que meu mundo perdeu
O colo, o amor materno, o seu lar.
Agora só existe eu e papai
Os amigos tristes demais
Eu chorei um montão
Ao ver mamãe naquele caixão.
Ela estava bonita
Vestida de branco
Rodeada de flores
Nas mãos uma fita.
Minha mamãe morreu
Vou ter que aprender
A viver sozinho
Sem o seu risinho.
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