You don't know me,
you don't wear my chains.
Fathers, be good to your daughters;
daughters will love like you do.
you are the strength and the weight of her world
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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear
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Tuesday, 12 June 2007
Lost
you don't wear my chains.
and kissed me till the morning light