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In my home there is a photo, of a face more precious than gold. And to those who love and lost you, your memory will never grow old. Today i look at your photo, at your face so loving and true. No wonder my heart is breaking mam, losing a mother like you. But each day you walk beside me, and when my life is through. I pray that god will take my hand, and lead me straight to you
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