The tears of joy
The smiles of gloom
The rain at roof
The fear of doom
They all fill our lives
They all we assume...
The fragrance of friendship
The petals of bloom
The girl with a smile
My mother with a broom
(Love you Ammi!)
They all fill our lives
They all we assume...
And now that we live with them
And now that we die for them
I welcome you to this world
I welcome you to its shining room!
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