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Show f MOTHER f How my heart is yearning For the by gone years, 3 Memories are turning i Smiles to bitter tears, My dear mamma God bless her ' From me she has gone , Angeles hands caress her now s How can I live on Who will take the place of - mother : Can I find a lady , There is none as sweet as mother Who 'd pretend I was her baby An angel was needed in heaven God shose sweet mother mine God chose sweet mother mine Who will (take the place of mother Till we meet again some time. By Lela Neilsen, age 11. |