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A Mother's Love, so pure and true,
Endless as the skies of blue.
A warmth that comforts night and day,
Guiding with a gentle way.
Her arms are always open wide,
A haven where we safely hide.
Her love, a never-ending flow,
That grows and shines, wherever we go.
She lifts us up, when we are low,
And helps us grow and help us grow.
She's always there, with a listening ear,
With wisdom, comfort, and sincere.
A Mother's Love, an endless treasure,
A bond that lasts beyond all measure.
We're grateful for her endless grace,
And cherish her loving embrace.
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