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Mother, you are good!
Where are you at! Haven't three years, why for us a news, why let us wait for daily that, why do let us be like this sad! 1095 days and nights, 1576800 hopes, why don't you arrive our one's side! Oh, mother, the children all is thinking of you! Heart already garrulous, the tear has done, only then misses infinite! In the dream the rare mother, wakes looks all around without the trace. Mother, mother, really good thinks you!  |
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