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Close %s darling boy,
We rest your head nursery fair,
With dreams of gold in our hearts,
And sleep with the angels.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So rest your head and dance, friends,
With dreams of gold filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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