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The paradox of sorrow
Often I think on If Time had dealt a different hand, A life in which My mother still stands. But then I ponder That with her breath, My story would be Unfamiliar, Unknown to…
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Often I think on If Time had dealt a different hand, A life in which My mother still stands. But then I ponder That with her breath, My story would be Unfamiliar, Unknown to…