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1 Text,  7 |      is afraid even to move. ~Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage
2 Text,  39|       the tearful look of the mother on the day of the father'
3 Text,  59|     the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's
4 Text,  60| hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay
5 Text,  82|                               Mother, I shall weave a chain of
6 Text,  94|    arms in the form of my own mother. ~Even so, in death the
7 Text,  94|     from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very