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“Dear daddy,
How is mommy?... How’ve you been?... I know it’s been a while since I last wrote And even more since we’ve last seen, I miss you daddy, I miss your fairytales, The sweet princesses, the witches and the spells… I miss the times you shield me from the pain And take my hand in yours, and put me in my bed I know that I was wrong, that I’m the one to blame Forgive me for my weakness, forgive me for my lays I didn’t want to listen, I laughed at your advice I didn’t want to hear you, I shouted in your face when you tried to tell me the world is poor and mean But now I know you’re right,… for now, daddy, I’ve seen The cruelty and the malice, the hate and all the fears And all I’m left with daddy is scorching burning tears I’m sorry that I didn’t even stop to say goodbye I thought that leaving you is what I want and need I was afraid you’d try to stop me in my way Oh, my beloved father how much I whish you did How much I whished I’d stayed… I’m sorry that I left in the middle of the night I didn’t left a note, it must have been a fright I learned my lesson daddy, to bad that it’s to late I’ve lost my soul tonight and I can’t find your door I cried and cried and cried, ‘till I can cry no more… They scare me so much daddy, black men whit horrid looks They want to kill me daddy, they chase me whit their hooks Where are the fairytales, where is your warm embrace I hear them coming daddy, I hear their lagging pace… I’m frightened that they’ll catch me… Will you forgive me daddy? Will you come take me home? Will you still love me daddy?... I’m scared to be alone… I know it’s late my father, you know it’s not your fault… You know I love you don’t you, so please try not to cry… This is my final letter, for know it’s my time to die …. Forgive me ….
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