The Eyes.
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She opts me for good colored dress
I feel it happy to wear
She gives me sweet and milk
I feel it so happy
She cares me well when I am hungry
When also I am pleasant
I smile, I joyfully jumps
Runs, and when I fells in the way
She supports with her hands
When I am in tears, I see tears in her eyes
Oh! great mother hood, it is women.
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