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Take a seat when you're tired, Wipe thy face till your tears dry. I just hate seeing you cry. Listen to me as I sing a lullaby, And to your concerns say goodbye. Your weariness takes a toll on me So do your best and to your sorrows, breakfree Sleep now, my love, for our tomorrow Be jovial and leave your sorrow. Don't let my heartaches get into you 'Cause I'll be fine on a Sunday moon And who knows, we might see a baboon. But, in case we see a doe, Please, don't say **
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
Sunday Moon
Take a seat when you're tired, Wipe thy face till your tears dry. I just hate seeing you cry. Listen to me as I sing a lullaby, And to your concerns say goodbye. Your weariness takes a toll on me So do your best and to your sorrows, breakfree Sleep now, my love, for our tomorrow Be jovial and leave your sorrow. Don't let my heartaches get into you 'Cause I'll be fine on a Sunday moon And who knows, we might see a baboon. But, in case we see a doe, Please, don't say **
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
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