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| I Miss you Mother Mine
Oh mother dear I miss you, thou art the fairest true, Shall I tell so of the ways my heart doth grieve anew. For each new day I see you more in all I say and do, The way my hands may move or how I speak like you, I copy you a thousand times and then I miss you more, which shows me as the months and years go by of all the love you bore. My heart returns to all you sang the stories you might tell, Your gentleness in dark of night the voice I knew so well. Oh mother dear you're always mine, no other mother so divine, Should I but share of all your ways would be such blessing kind. And even though you are gone, I Want to say Happy Mother Days to you! |
| I MISS YOU MOTHER |
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