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10:52 p.m. - 2002-07-21 Is still a rose Its fragrance fills the air Beauty gone Difficult to hold Yet, its fragrance fills the air Buffeted by storms, rain, hail Blown by northern winds No matter, mom is still a rose And her fragrance fills my air
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10:52 p.m. - 2002-07-21 Is still a rose Its fragrance fills the air Beauty gone Difficult to hold Yet, its fragrance fills the air Buffeted by storms, rain, hail Blown by northern winds No matter, mom is still a rose And her fragrance fills my air
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