By Original Work
Sleep %s darling sleep,
We drift away blanket warm,
With dreams of gold in our hearts,
And in dreams of me.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and pray, friends,
With dreams of gold filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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