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Close %s little dove,
We drift away on mama's breast,
With morning light coming in our hearts,
And till the morning sun.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and dance, friends,
With morning light coming filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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