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Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming
morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.

                                      Joan Baez

Would it embarrass you very much
if I were to tell you. . . that I love you?

                                    Lord Buckley

You-- special, miraculous, unrepeatable,
fragile, fearful, tender, lost,
sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person.
It's up to you.
                                    Joan Baez

Jesus, gold and silver -- standing naked in roomful
of modern men. What nerve. Jesus, gold and silver --
you have no boots on, and you have no helmet of gun--
no briefcase. Powerful Jesus gold and silver with 
young, thousand-year-old eyes. You look around
and you know you must have failed somewhere.
Because here we are, waiting on the eve of destruction
with all the odds against any of us living
to see the sun rise on one day soon.
You, Dear Reader -- You are Amazing Grace.
You are a Precious Jewel.
                             
                                 Joan Baez