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(Created page with "<B>Lullaby to the Night's Shadow</b> Lullaby sings, and plays her harp, for no reason but to just play. <i>Hush little baby, don't you cry Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby Of sta...")
 
 
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Lullaby sings, and plays her harp, for no reason but to just play.
 
Lullaby sings, and plays her harp, for no reason but to just play.
 
<i>Hush little baby, don't you cry
 
<i>Hush little baby, don't you cry
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Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
 
Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
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Of stars and shiny things
 
Of stars and shiny things
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That travel though the night with shining wings
 
That travel though the night with shining wings
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Of plays and songs and stings so proud
 
Of plays and songs and stings so proud
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Of stars and sprits that flow in the shroud
 
Of stars and sprits that flow in the shroud
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Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art
 
Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art
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That play with only the purest heart
 
That play with only the purest heart
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And if, through it all, you begin to wonder
 
And if, through it all, you begin to wonder
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Remember that I am always here to sing it to you,
 
Remember that I am always here to sing it to you,
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With the time I gladly squander</i>
 
With the time I gladly squander</i>
  
 
Lullaby sighs, and looks to the stars.
 
Lullaby sighs, and looks to the stars.
 
Maybe one day, she will have a child to sing to.
 
Maybe one day, she will have a child to sing to.

Latest revision as of 08:26, 23 April 2011

Lullaby to the Night's Shadow

Lullaby sings, and plays her harp, for no reason but to just play. Hush little baby, don't you cry

Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby

Of stars and shiny things

That travel though the night with shining wings

Of plays and songs and stings so proud

Of stars and sprits that flow in the shroud

Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art

That play with only the purest heart

And if, through it all, you begin to wonder

Remember that I am always here to sing it to you,

With the time I gladly squander

Lullaby sighs, and looks to the stars. Maybe one day, she will have a child to sing to.