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Dear Mother
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Mother, dear mother.
What in this world can compare to you?
Is it the shifty shallow love
pretty ladies lay on my feet?
Or the thousand...
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Mother, dear mother.
What in this world can compare to you?
Is it the shifty shallow love
pretty ladies lay on my feet?
Or the thousand...
