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Lullaby

Mother’s lullaby, the sweetest sound
That eases the anxiety from all around,
Music of a thousand violins playing,
In unison in voice of an angel praying,
All in reverence to one little voice,
From the pipes of mother we rejoice.
 
One simple lullaby to ease the pain,
Feels as soothing as the merciful rain.
No more loneliness or a feeling of sorrow.
What was then will go away tomorrow,
As I can still hear that familiar lullaby,
And feel the tears from mother by and by.
Now I can fall to sleep like a baby again.

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