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Shared Starry Nights
Shh, softly, softly my sweet child must sleep sleep softens his brow soothes away the day's tumult crashing, whirling, cyclone Natural child smiling, loving, laughter sweet soft eyes but sorrow so deep he's so little, he's so little Nature made him to kiss midnight smile in dark softness while starry night turns dance in whirling music I weep softly that I must be his jailer sleep now and sleep alone when I too, hear the sweet music of his whirling starry night From Sing the Sunny Blues available at http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=581580
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