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Mother, I Miss You
As I grew into a
flower day by day Stumbling and falling
with growing pains Pleased to know your
daughter heard what you said I somehow knew things
would never be the same To have come so far
and learn how to laugh For God prepared us
both to say goodbye That I, your daughter
is proud to bear. Written/copyright |
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