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It's A Wonder That Any Mother Ever Called A Daughter Dinah Again. But Some Did. Maybe You Guessed That There Was More To Me Than The Voiceless Cipher In The Text. Maybe You Heard It In The Music Of My Name: The First Vowel High And Clear, As When A Mother Calls To Her Child At Dusk; The Second Sound Soft, For Whispering Secrets On Pillows. Dee-nah.

It's A Good Thing Babies Don't Give You A Lot Of Time To Think. You Fall In Love With Them And When You Realize How Much They Love You Back, Life Is Very Simple.

My Heart Is A Ladle Of Sweet Water Brimming Over.

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.

Making Plans Is A Game. Life Chooses For You.