For those who seek refuge
I shall sing you in my own mother’s tongue
The way she sang to me
Old sweet flowers be the rhyme
Before the sorrow time
When all the world so kinder
Even winter held forth joy
When all the dreams of childhood
Free of blood and pain
I shall sing you in my own mothers tongue
The way she sang to me
Hush little darling
Hush a bye and sleep
Soft is the bed where you lay your head
Sweet is the land of sleep
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Loved this, very much. I could empathize with its voice tanto, tanto, tanto. Thanks for sharing. e/s
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thank you for letting me know. cheers
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