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Sleep baby sleep

He sleeps like the world's a gooey chocolate cake
One that the angels beat, batter, bake.
He sleeps like the stars are a million lollipop
Aim at the biggest one, it drops with a plop.
He sleeps in his cradle smiley trees abound
Pick them each day and spread it all around.

Wars, despair, chaos, gloom that befall
He is cocooned by ignorance he sleeps through them all.
He will know of a world where angels with broken wings
Can weave no magic nor do they sing
He will wake up to a land where fairies too weep
But for now he is safe
Sleep baby sleep.

Written on 27 June 2013

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