one has but one life to live what is a life but to live what is death but to die what is the day we all forget the ones who care for there sons and dauthers they raise it is my mother i love this day only she could feel this way it is not me to feel this way but to rejoice with you this mothers day i wish to make things better for you i know of one way for it to be true it is to say i love you
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