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OUR MOTHERS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "O MAGICAL WORD, MAY IT NEVER DIE FROM THE LIPS THAT LOVE TO SPEAK IT"
Last Line: THE ANGELS HAVE REARED IN HEAVEN A SHRINE TO THE HOLY NAME OF MOTHER
Subject(s): MOTHERS;
O MAGICAL word, may it never die from the lips that love to speak it,
Nor melt away from the trusting hearts that even would
break to keep it.
Was there ever a name that lived like thine? will there
ever be another?
The angels have reared in heaven a shrine to the holy name of Mother.



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