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Thursday, April 9, 2015

Fear of the Dark



When the sun grows tired and loses its shine,

When the breeze becomes listless and birds sings no more,

When all the land lays in silence till night ends,

When the moon comes in and brings the calmness,

Oh! Mother come hold me and bless the place,

Make my bed and sing me to sleep,

Protect me from all harm till dawn brings us light.

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