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My Mother

My Mother The Lady who gave birth to me and wrapped me in her arms The Lady who showered her blessings upon me and transmitted her charms The Lady who fed me and grew me up and now I am standing tall The Lady who is everything to me overall When I was trembling with fear and was worried She took me in her lap and hurried The woman who is my university who is Oxford This woman is my mother and bliss from the Lord I may not mention that I am thankful to you Oh, my dear mother without you I am who?

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