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A Lullaby
My mind, a dreary riddle
flowing through the dark of night,
Speaks to itself in verse
And insists upon reply.
The words fall from my lips
To brush my lonely ears
And I sing my self to sleep
With words that drown the fear.
flowing through the dark of night,
Speaks to itself in verse
And insists upon reply.
The words fall from my lips
To brush my lonely ears
And I sing my self to sleep
With words that drown the fear.
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