My daughter,
Let me tell you what true love is.
You are not here,
Perhaps you will never be anything but
A beautiful faerie in my mind.
But I love you still,
I love you still.
You sap strength from me
Because now you are just a
Far-fetched dream.
But I love you still,
I love you still.
Every new moon a daughter bleeds away,
But every time I say
I love you still,
I always will.
Come,
My daughter,
Let me show you what true love is.
You are yet to be mine,
You are yet to be real,
But I have a mother's patience
And a mother's will;
Come what may,
My daughter,
I love you still.
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