Poetry.

Listen to the soft cry

Of a lady singing her lullaby

Whispers of the night so long

Wishing for that famous ove song

You are my light

When darkness falls

You are my sight

In my darkened halls

Hear the joy of an Angel’s glee

when the people around her now see

With eyes so clear and pure

all now really can be sure

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