dear delilah








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, 5 June 2007
Peace

It has been a peaceful night with my Lord. I wonder how Cavalry is doing.

Don't be envious, but be thankful for quiet nights. The first of my many shattered and disrupted, heavy. I love my Lord, without event, without hype and grand events. Simply because my Lord God is good to me. Tonight, it rained like never before. Tonight, it is as though loneliness never existed. Tonight, I flew.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light