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Hush little one,

And close your eyes.

Your soul is winging

Toward paradise,

To rest for a while

In Your Father’s arms,

To gather strength to

Again be strong.

Unravel the tension

From your brow

For the Lord on High

Will teach you how

To finally let go

of the hurt inside

And seek some relief

For your wounded pride.

Hush, hush, little one

He’ll rock you tonight.

You’ll be able to sleep,

Til the morning light.

When you go back home,

Just say a prayer.

He can make it to you

From most anywhere.


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