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a tale of a mother |
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She has the loveliest bosom smile and the largest heart She has hands full of love and care in her eyes She shelters a billion fortunate children under her roof She takes colours galore to sweep us of our feet She bears the mountain son and all meandering streams She makes all four seasons believe they should stay She served a thousand men who robbed her ageless times Now, the men across the border call her a whore While I call her my beloved mother |