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love. There could never be anoth-
er Like the lovely name of Mother.
Cuddled in my little bed, At night she came and
kissed me, Then she softly said:
love. There could never be anoth-
er Like the lovely name of Mother.
Cuddled in my little bed, At night she came and
kissed me, Then she softly said:
