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Rest
At night as they sleep, they hold it tight
while visions of wonder dance through their heads.
there's no limit to what they dream
together with their teddy, lying in their bed.
The problems of the day are forgotten
the fears of the night all gone away.
Nothing but their fantasies
until dawn breaks a new day.
As I look at my nephews with their teddy bears
Lying there so peaceful, so still,
I long for days gone by
When a stuffed toy brought good will.
But I can never go back
to that time long ago
when all my troubles were erased
when to dreamland with teddy, I did go.
while visions of wonder dance through their heads.
there's no limit to what they dream
together with their teddy, lying in their bed.
The problems of the day are forgotten
the fears of the night all gone away.
Nothing but their fantasies
until dawn breaks a new day.
As I look at my nephews with their teddy bears
Lying there so peaceful, so still,
I long for days gone by
When a stuffed toy brought good will.
But I can never go back
to that time long ago
when all my troubles were erased
when to dreamland with teddy, I did go.
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