By Original Work
Dream %s sweet child,
We rest your head guardian arms,
With morning light coming in our hearts,
And with love from me.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So rest your head and play, friends,
With morning light coming filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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