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Sun spills on Grand Anse White sand, white surf A drunken life and death Foreseen in black songs Drowning in Her river of the blues Sun spills on Grand Anse I’m baptised in surf Her unsung black songs Flow into the inlet of my heart I go snorkeling But there are nights, o Amy I am you Submerged, scarred and scared Learning from Mr Hathaway |
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Daughter of the day |
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O daughter of the day You will be great Even in your smallest steps You will amaze You will be great You already are, truth be told You will amaze Others will watch you and wonder You already are, truth be told The woman you will become Others will watch you and wonder Your joy will blossom The woman you will be become So powerful, kind, sufficient Your joy will blossom You become yourself So powerful, kind, sufficient O daughter of the day You become yourself Even in your smallest steps |
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