Mama,that summer,on the way to Klitsemi,my straw hat flew down the mountains.Mama,do you remember,the old straw hat you gave to me ?
I lost that hat long ago,it flew to the foggy canyou. Mama,I wonder what happened to that old straw hat which fell down the mountain-said and whirled out of my reach like your heart. Suddenly that wind came up,stealing my hat from me. Swirling gust of wind blew it higher ,and higher Mama,that old straw hat was the only one I really love.But I lost it,no one could bring it back,like tha life you give me.
Mama,that summer,on the way to Klitsemi,I lost me straw hat.The lilies along the road wilted.And under that straw hat,the crickets wept every night ?
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