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My Mom
My first friend
My best friend
My friend, My mom
Her kind face
Her humble words
She is the pot of love
She laughs with me
She crys with me
She loves me
She scolds me,
to make me bright and good.
I believe her more than my shadow as it leaves me in the dark...
My best friend
My friend, My mom
Her kind face
Her humble words
She is the pot of love
She laughs with me
She crys with me
She loves me
She scolds me,
to make me bright and good.
I believe her more than my shadow as it leaves me in the dark...
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