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Myself In My Life Dreamed you I look at the clouds during the day and see other worlds. I soar through them much like I would a ghost. Through me, I feel my mother Expresses things she never got to. In me...my mother is still alive. She is with me in every match I wrestle, every day I live, every breath I breathe. I owe my mother my life...her soul has it. Credit: (c) Jeffrey Nero Hardy MattandJeffHardy.com 1999 | ||
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