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Mother More Than Been Murdered
You call her a mother; she lives on earth
I sensed the level of her duty
With due regard of honour, she: a mirth
I call her the murdered yet a beauty
All the pains of living for another
All mothers living a life bewildered
Many flee near when they could not further
Physical absence but present blizzard
None is worth to cause her forget her wards
Of all is to strengthen her course the more
Never for once cease coming afterwards
Peace be unto all mothers in this war
Laughing out loud to play with her children
To make all smile even she cries inside
Taking unto challenges through the glen
To make you cope with stress when so distressed
The auto strength of the beauty goddess
Get not exhausted till the last breath drop
The grace that fuels her willing sacrifice
Makes her feel better handling each sound flop
God bless all mothers and mothers to be
To eat plentiful the fruit of their labors
Cause thy favor to shine on all, I plea
And turn around a new leaf the sabres
Happy mother's day!
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