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Dream %s little dove,
We rest your head guardian arms,
With dreams of gold in our hearts,
And beneath the stars.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So rest your head and pray, friends,
With dreams of gold filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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