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O! Mother, hear from your only son,
How the respect in society, I have won.
Alas! Your young life passed on too soon,
Never knowing of my stature and boon.
Your beauty and, noble personification,
Is my life’s unending inspiration.
Your kind blessing is my motivation,
For courage, aptitude and gratification.
My coffers are filled with rich jewels and money.
But, how can I return your love; that’s the irony.
When in this world, unable to give you joy and fame,
How can I show you my face in heaven, without shame?
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