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My father promised me roses My mother promised me storms My father taught me to use my mind My mother taught me scorn He touches me gently with his hand It feels like being born It feels like being born It feels like being born. My father promised me green trees, My mother promised me stars. I hardly see the love I have - It all goes by so fast - He kisses me gently with his lips It's near, what once was far It's near, what once was far It's near, what once was far. My father promised me roses My mother promised me thorns My father taught me to use my mind My mother taught me scorn He touches me lightly with his hand It feels like being born It feels like being born It feels like being born From Letras Mania