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Sunday, May 12, 2013

The door to the Atlantic, Saint Johns

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  1. My attends to you
    As a mother hears
    While her children sleep
    Now look
    See how they're dreaming
    The black reciter reads
    While the children sleep
    Don't go so
    Deep in slumber
    Where you'll shy
    Know you'll wander
    In sleep
    Don't you fly
    Too far away
    Some men die
    Without crying
    Suffering so long
    And alone
    Softly, children
    Dry your eyes
    Gently, children
    Be wise
    My attends to you
    As a mother hears
    All her children's fears
    So don't cry
    All will wash away
    When we pray
    Soon
    Soon
    Soon
    So if it's okay
    I'll wait with you a while
    The sun began to shine
    Oh, look
    Your wings are broken
    But never a lie
    Was spoken
    The murdered thing
    Is love, you see
    Drifting on a bed
    Of memory
    Now sleep
    Close your eyes
    And have no fear
    A wide blue sky
    Is very near
    Soon
    Soon
    Soon
    Soon
    Sleep

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