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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