Hush a bye, don’t you cry
Go to sleep little baby
When
Carve your frozen lips around the words you're meant to
I remember my mother's hands
Laced in prayer
Frail as birds
Face she
Sometimes I pretend I am on nightwatch
and stare up from
If you can leave it all would you drive me
Sweet deception
Oh cruel, cruel, cruelest comfort
I have known the first
I
Forget, forget about the end
Forget about what may have been
In
in the coming days
i may take to flight
circling the trees
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