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Mother's Love
Mother's Love
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My mother stands always by my side
Sealed in the sleep of that old age glide.
She loved with a glad return at night;
Shone on my die of the mighty light.
She continues to clear my hair braids
The young blossoms that lie in the shade.
She cooks through day and night
Blot a fragrance from its heart of white
She works hard to provide comfort
White as gems that drink that water of dew.
Whether the brightness had made you thus
A mother keeps going for us
Her young hand grew in a beauteous way
Sought a dim radiance in my day.
