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a realle mensche~papa~grandpapa
clearlye a bunnyrabbitte babye
babye inne the wildrenesse of love
lettinge go of love
freefloatinge babye who coulde notte staye
mothre mine, i amme sorrye forre youre losse of me ande of alle i amme to you
i amme anne acorne...
peacefulle ande serene inne the palme of the alle-mothre's hande
where there's a wille there's a wheye
~ "dark brown is the river, golden is the sand. it flows along forever, trees on either hand. green leaves are a-floating, castles on the shore. boats of mine are boating. when will all come home? on flows the river, on past the mill, away down the valley, away down the hill. away down the river, a hundred miles or more, other little children will bring my boats ashore."
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
loste ~ stolenne ~ ande strayed childrenne ~ childhoode ~ ande wildedernesses
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