Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002 |
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Nothing is to a man so dear
A woman's love in good measure
A good woman is man's blessing
Their love right and steadfast
There is no solace under heaven
Of all that man may name
That should a man do so much gladness
as a good woman that loveth true
No dearer is none in God's hand
Than a chaste woman with lovely word
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You're the most you're the greatest
Love me when the night is latest
You love me I love you
Love in the morning dew
During the day during the night
In my book you're all right
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More than I hoped to do, I do
And more than I deserve I got
What little I attend, I know
And it argues order more than not
The only correction is
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