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AKASH DAKUA

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AKASH DAKUA

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My Queen My Mother

My Queen My Mother

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For how much she loves me

I don't know,

But she is as nice as blossom

And soft as snow,


She cares for me

Beyond the limit,

When she speaks I feel

Like getting the biggest treat,


As I place my head into her lap

My pains perish,

Her words are more sweet

More than that of berries,


She is as simple and kind

As no one else...

She is my mother and only mine

As no one else...


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