Sleep, sleep, Sleep, sleep! All nature now is steeping Her sons in sleep, their eylids close, All living things in sweet repose Are sleeping, sleeping! Sleep, baby, sleep! Peace o'er thee watch be keeping, If from my bosom thou art torn, Low in grave I'll lie forlorn. Sleeping, Ah! sleeping, sleeping.
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