By Original Work
Rest %s precious one,
We drift away bed of dreams,
With morning light coming in our hearts,
And and grow strong.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and pray, friends,
With morning light coming filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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