Go to sleep my child,
And gently close your eyes,
For the times of peace are closing fast
And war is on the rise.
A kiss I press upon your cheek,
Leaving you my last goodbye,
For when the sun stirs from its rest
I know that I will die.
So take my voice and cast it
Like dust unto a stream,
For when you wake and stretch your arms
Iíll only be a dream.
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