Cradle Song
J
James McLain
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Can you Hear them 'child'
above your head.
and Heavy hearted,
they are tired like you.
Angels, counting out
your every breath,
they see.
I hear them sing for you.
Would you cry from want
of those.
whom rest their heads but
rise no more.
To greet the morning sun.
So 'Hush' now child and
and don't you cry.
Gods mercy lives in you.
Bu şiiri puanla
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