Mother
I often still wonder why thorns live on when roses die!Yet the rose still grows beyond the wall
Though now its lost to view
Behind the clouds that hang so low
The sun still lights true blue
And behind all the shadows
You know its true
The thoughts of those who understand
Are always there with you
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