Sleep tight sweet child

Sleep tight sweet child

while you can

and dream all the pretty wonderlands

lest they grow barren later

and dreams rarer still

the fatigue of stormy days

shall depart with innocent yawn

and you shall break into little pieces

in your mother’s arm

only to be assembled together

every bright morn

Sleep tight sweet child

while you can.

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