Rock-a-bye, still child, dance in your cage. Tripping, falling, down on your head. We are watching and waiting for you to come. Spin round in circles, follow the earth.
Hur-ry, still child, the fires are burning. Lead feat pad a flurry of flames. We are the hungry and our eyes consume all. Greet the parch-ed rivers and drown them.
Sleep, little still child, a mile in the moon. Steps, so lilting, in the san-dy clouds. We are the patient and close our hearts slowly. Open the doors and tarry no more.
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