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I’d trade the sun, I’d trade the skies, To see the love in a mother’s eyes. Her gentle touch, her calming grace, No one on earth could take her place. Her voice still whispers in the ear, Reminding us she’s always near. Though life moves on, her love remains, A shelter through the joy and pain. I wish the dreams we see could come true, No matter the price, no matter what we’d do. To bring back moments, to hold her tight, And feel her warmth just one more night.