Ah! Motherly love, if you are a floor, I was a piece of your brick, a tile, a stone, with my tiny body, build your towering; If you are a banner, I belong to you is a thread with my youth for you out of a glittering embroidered stars; If you are a garden, I belong to you is a flower, a grass, a leaf, I am willing to quietly run out of energy, fun, out continuously fun.
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