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The eyes of my mother
Are the eyes of a love
That will never be ending
Even though she's above;
And no pearl in the ocean
Neither bird in the air
With eyes of my mother
Can ever compare!
There is warmth in their embers.
There is love in their depths;
And they're smilingly watching
With an endless caress.
Though I've seen them from childhood
Still I stand hypnotized
By the sweetness, the softness
In my dear mother's eyes!
Copyright ©2002 Cristina Lipp
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