Mother nine months you have a qu,
hard to please you feel for me,
eat uncomfortable drink not feel everything you give me that in your womb,
I am embarrassed dashed I adult I even make you hurt,
I can never repay your services,
from you give birth to me,
you guard me from a mosquito that wants to bite me, you suapin I eat, you bath and you dress me, but I never appreciate it all, I realize that I have rebelled against you, but my behavior was sincere You're sorry I really have a berdausa.
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