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Nov 2012
sleepy child rest your head
all is better when you’re dead
have a dream of paradise
you wont have to pay a price

sleepy child rest your head
open your mind and you'll be fed
all the children laugh and play
they don't know they'll be here one day
Written by
samantha jackson  america
(america)   
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