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I Need My Mother
I need my mother, soft and fair,
Her whispered love fills the air.
In shadowed times, when hearts grow cold,
She’s the warmth that breaks the mold.
Her hands, a balm, her voice, a...
Her whispered love fills the air.
In shadowed times, when hearts grow cold,
She’s the warmth that breaks the mold.
Her hands, a balm, her voice, a...
