perhaps my song has become broken.
perhaps, I have no words left to sing
for a time no words should be sung
oh, assertion only breaks us
for a covenant come.
oh, tear from me my babe
and drive her away.
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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Wednesday, 10 October 2007
vicissitudes of maidens
perhaps, I have no words left to sing
for a time no words should be sung
oh, assertion only breaks us
for a covenant come.
oh, tear from me my babe
and drive her away.
and kissed me till the morning light