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Dec 2011
As my eyes grow heavy, sleep will surly come.

Let’s sing the songs of angels as I lay my body down.
And my mind will dream of only good things.
Sleeping without a sound.

Lord, lay me down to sleep.
If I die before I wake.
I pray my soul you’ll take.
And let those I leave behind,
See the light in the darkness,
Feel peace at night when they rest their heads.
Dream of only good things.

Let the sunshine on the day they lay me to rest,
Let the beauty of the world make them feel less.

And let's sing the songs of angels as I lay my body down.
And my mind will dream of only good things.
As I go without a sound.
Jacquie Bullinger
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