Mother, I cannot forget the last drop of your affectionate tear rolling down your cheek for me. My heart is bleeding drop-by-drop, hour by hour. To whom shall I go to cry? With tears in my eyes I wish to become dust and dwell eternally under your feet.
My all thoughts and happiness are always with you. I am you, whom I love and you whom I love are i. His is the command and unto him, ye will be brought back.
Like snow upon the desert’s dusty face, lightening a little hour or two is gone.
My all thoughts and happiness are always with you. I am you, whom I love and you whom I love are i. His is the command and unto him, ye will be brought back.
Like snow upon the desert’s dusty face, lightening a little hour or two is gone.
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