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MY MOTHER'S PERFUME

The smell of my mother...

What can I say about that?

Her perfume is my medicine

My medicine for every path in my heart.

She soothes every pain, every wound

And leads me to happiness with no doubt.


You heal the sorrows

And make me full of power

By one touch of yours on my shoulder.


My beloved woman

Thank you so much

For making me the soul which everyone would want to have.

Your perfume is my medicine for every path in my heart.


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