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by: Sejal
| At the end of the year, | | Although our paths will part, | | You are my mother,
You are my heart.
When you leave the world,
To the depths of the sea,
There´s one line of hope
You´ll still remember me.
Hopeless and devoted
To your loving, caring self,
For whenever you´re around,
It´s the best I ever felt. |
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