Sleep little angel to your fill
Wakeful wind is silent still
Dream of moonlight on green hills
Dream of starlight and a meadow mill.
Nothing but starlight and fireflies in the air.
No worry no care can find you there.
Tomorrow we will wake and run and play
Tomorrow is another day.
No matter how long how far you roam
Your Mother's voice you call your own and
The yellow light will guide you home.
4.18.2006
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