Thursday, August 20, 2009

Do Not Cry, Child

Do not cry, sweet child, dear,
My innocent little one.

My body may have rotted,
And I reside in Paradise,
But I am with you still.

"Shh, shh,"
Says your mother, child;
She is telling to to sleep...

So rest your eyes
And dry your tears;
I'm right here, you need not weep.

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