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Apr 13
There is a woman,
With heaven underneath her feet.
When I take a glimpse of her eyes,
I forget about the stars.
For the twinkle of her eyes is better than that of stars.
When I gaze at her lips,
I forget about the crimson of roses,
For her lips are far rosier .
When I hear her laugh,
I forget about the nightingale.
For her voice is far too merry.
But do you know who this woman is?
She is Mama the Marvelous.
Feel free to use this piece for your mums.
MoonFlow
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MoonFlow  16/F/Saudi Arabia & Pakistan
(16/F/Saudi Arabia & Pakistan)   
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