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My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep |
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Now look, see how they're dreaming |
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The black reciteries, while the children dream |
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Don't go so deep in slumber |
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Where you'll shy |
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Know you'll wander in sleep |
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Don't you fly too far away |
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Some men die without crying |
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Suffering so long and alone |
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Softly, children, dry your eyes |
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Gently, children, be wise |
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My attends to you as a mother hears all her children's fears |
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So don't cry, all will wash away when we pray |
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Soon, soon, soon, soon, soon |
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So if it's okay, i'll wait with you while the sun began to shine |
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Oh look, your wings are broken |
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But never a lie was spoken |
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The murdered thing is love, you see |
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Drifting on a lake of memory |
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Now sleep, close your eyes and have no fear |
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A wide blue sky is very near |
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Soon, soon, soon, soon, soon |
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Now sleep, close your eyes and have no fear |
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A wide blue sky is very near |