The sun always shone
On my mother's birthday.
Come what may,
It always shone.
Today was no change.
Except, of course, to say
That it seemed strange
Again to see the rays
And know that she is gone.
On my mother's birthday.
Come what may,
It always shone.
Today was no change.
Except, of course, to say
That it seemed strange
Again to see the rays
And know that she is gone.
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