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Nov 2019
Your cradle is my grave, you rock me to sleep
Nights spent alone and the secrets they keep
The heavens above are filled with angels that weep
From the lullaby you sing can be heard six feet deep
Written by
Richard Porzondek  49/M/Midwestern Boy on his own
(49/M/Midwestern Boy on his own)   
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