Songs my mother taught me, In the days long vanished; Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banished. Now I teach my children, Each melodious measure. Oft the tears are flowing, Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.
Songs my mother taught me, In the days long vanished; Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banished. Now I teach my children, Each melodious measure. Oft the tears are flowing, Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.
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