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Sweet mother

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You make my world go round
And round and round...
Do you love mother?
I love mine.
Do you love your mother?
I love mine
Do you love your mother?
I love mine
And do you love your father?
I love mine.
He is more than a father to me.
He is the elder brother I never had
And I'm the younger brother he never had.
You make my world go round
And round and round
#SOPHOCLES

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