All the fun and all the games,
All the grins, so many pains.
All the cuts and fall-down scrapes,
But tuck me in, with windowed drapes.
All the tears, then your soft smile,
Hold me, singing all the while.
All the love and all the heart,
All the 'we won't be apart'.
All of this, that and the other,
All expected from your mother.
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