Apr 1
Goodnight, Moonlight;
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.
When you read the notes of "What I'd Do", this poem will make more sense.
