By Original Work
Sleep %s darling boy,
We drift away pillow cloud,
With angels watching in our hearts,
And beneath the stars.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and play, friends,
With angels watching filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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