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a mothers love

on this special day I doest say that thy mother is of graceful sort it hath been said she is devine and I do holdeth this to be true now dearest mother may I be so bold to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old as true as this be you still grasp your faith like the roots of a tree tis said you are wise and this I have found true the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you as your thoughts become known only then your age is shown

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