I smiled, when my mother had died
I knew, her death was soon to be
Ninety-nine years...so oft, she cried
Not for herself, she cried...for me
Someone waiting, dad, I suppose
At gate...with an "Never-Die" rose
Finally, pain she suffered...no more
Lord, has her soul, thy...to adore
When my mother had died, I knew
Her...
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