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| Dm | A | Dm | | Sleep, my darling | baby, | sleep. |
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| Gm | A | | Rain is gently | falling |
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| Dm | A | Dm | | Mother will your | treasures | keep. |
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| Gm | A | | Hidden where the | shadows creep. |
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| Dm | Gm | A | Dm | | Hush thee, my | baby, nights for | rest is | calling. |
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Secrets hide ´neath darkness wings. |
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Often I've seen black desert sand as brings |
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Death to the meadow and, green growing things |
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Silent, the deadly glacial beckons screaming. |
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Slumber now and waken late |
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Life, her sorrow soon will relate |
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As sure as day will meet its fate |
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Often one loves, only missing, losing and weeping. |
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