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Aug 06, 2005 21:54

Dear Elliott,

Happy birthday, you. Thirty six years ago today, you entered the world. August 6, 1969 will always be one of the most special days ever because of that. Today I've listened to nothing but your music, in celebration of this incredible event. Even though I've never met you, we speak every night in my dreams. I think about you constantly and you have touched my life like few others have. Your music, to me, is it. You say what I want to say. And with your voice you express everything. I never saw you live, but I listen to your live shows and when you talk, I hear someone who I love. Even in your last shows when your pain was so obvious, I hear someone that I can relate to. Because of similar patterns in both of our lives, I trust what you've written. I trust those feelings and I don't trust often. Even though you chose to leave us almost two years ago, your impact was left on the souls of all who heard your music. And your birthday will always be such a special thing to me. I really do love you... in a way I can't quite describe. I can't wait to meet you in heaven.

Happy Birthday, "crazy fucker",
Phoebe
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