Mother's Love
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I become sad when think I about my mother
But she is not.
When I had mother, I could not the value of her,
Now feel I very sad sometimes.
Tears well up into the eyes and I remember her
With the wet eyes,
With a pain in the heart.
When she had been, I could not spare time for doing this or that
But now think I,
I should have this or that
When she is not.
Bu şiiri puanla
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