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Come of the Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and eyes open with the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrows ground is too uncertain,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight,
And after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much,
so you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
And you learn and learn
With every good-bye you learn.
Veronica A. Shofftstall (1971)
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There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than 10,000 tongues.
They are the messengers
of overwhelming grief,
of deep contrition,
and of unspeakable love.
- Washington Irving
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You will embark on a fair sea,
and at times there will be fair weather, but not always.
You will meet storms and overcome them.
You will take it in turns to steer your boat through fair weather and foul. Never lose courage.
Save harbour awaits you...in the end.
- Daphne Du Maurer
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Lullaby
Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me;
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you,
And you should always know, wherever you may go,
No matter where you are, I will never be far away.
Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to sleep,
And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?
And like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep.
The water's dark, and deep inside this ancient heart,
You'll always be a part of me.
Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me.
Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on . . .
They never die.
That's how you and I will be.
- Billy Joel
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