Sample text for Mother : a cradle to hold me / Maya Angelou.
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During those early dearest days
I did not dream that you had
A large life which included me,
For I had a life which was only you.
The way you posed your head
So that the light could caress your face
When you put your fingers on my hand
And your hand on my arm,
I was struck with a sense of health,
Of strength and very good fortune.
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