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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