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Sting A Cradle Song

(William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with

: (William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep

learn to smile again And as a balm for these wounds Take away the sting And as the band did play your body i did cradle I should have known that song

beyond the grace of God A dreamingly beauty If wishes could only fray that bond Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper

all I mean it Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting

to smile again And as a balm for these wounds Take away the sting And as the band did play your body i did cradle I should have known that song would