.
Baby cry no more
The flowers are adore
But they have sopor
they slept by the seashore.
Soft birds are clinging to their mother's nest
They sopor under the shady tree
singing soft song of night to them
Ev'n the cold is much; mother's bosom is warm.
Humbling breezes are coming
Singing solo air to your hear
Bringing a great tide to your eyes
Listen with your tender heart
Say your mighty knight's night-requests
And fall for the magic.
Lull soul, bid good night to day stress
Kiss the image of your loving ones
Bring out the best thought of life
Think about the flowers and soft birds
And sleep like soft bird under mother's wing.
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