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I've copied you, Mother
My words echo your voice
You're my shining example
The one of my choice
Not thinking about it
I've copied your style
The way that you walk
The way that you smile
You fashioned my dreams
You painted my hopes
I've learned to make knots
At the end of my ropes
We all learn to love,
But not from a friend
I learned your strength
And when I should bend
Mom, you've mapped the way
To Heaven above
By teaching me kindness
By teaching me love
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