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My Mother Is Beautiful

Olesya Perepelkina

My mother is very beautiful, Because her heart is good and kind, The beauty of her soul is mighty, Worth more than gold and silver refined.

Her kindness glows with warmth so tender, Safe in her embrace I rest, My soul grows warm against the coldness, And all my fears flee from my breast.

This bright and luminous emotion I carry through my life entire. I have inherited her goodness— The precious treasure of her fire.

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