Speak to me of pale moonlight
That streaks across your pillow
In the darkened moments of life
When the feathers of breath
Float endlessly in and out
Of the cool silver moonbeam
And as my conclusive deed
I bent and kissed your head.

Speak to me of olden days
When the moon was yet to rise
And you drew the curtain closed tight
To darken my bedroom.
Then you bent right over me
To plant a kiss on my cheek
And sang a lullaby
...Go to sleep my baby...

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