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One day a mother went to a prison |
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To see an erring but precious son |
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She told the warden how much she loved him |
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It did not matter what he had done |
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She did not bring to him a parole or pardon |
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She brought no silver, no pomp or style |
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It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light |
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile |
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She left a smile you can remember |
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She's gone to heaven from heartaches free |
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Those walls around you could never change her |
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You were her, baby, and ever will be |
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She did not bring to him a parole or pardon |
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She brought no silver, no pomp or style |
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It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light |
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile |
|
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon |
|
She brought no silver, no pomp or style |
|
It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light |
|
The sweetest gift, a mother's smile |
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile |
