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Dream %s little baby,
We drift away pillow cloud,
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 warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and dance, friends,
With morning light coming filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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