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Mar 2015
Go back to sleep, my dearest love,
There’s no need to know such worry;
I am watching from high above.
Go back to sleep, my dearest love.
Fret not my lovely lady dove:
Your eyes are getting so blurry.
Go back to sleep, my dearest love;
There’s no need to know such worry.
David
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David
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