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And the wonderful bread pudding
And how you played the piano
Any song we wanted to hear.
You only played on the black keys,
Always with the greatest of ease.
Thanks for the wonderful gift of life,
Thanks for being my fathers wife,
Thanks for teaching me to talk,
Thanks for teaching me to walk.
Thanks for my first pair of long pants,
Thanks for teaching me to dance,
Thanks for my sisters and brother.
Thanks for being a wonderful mother.
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