April 10, 2009
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its a lullaby.
the lullaby of his face, captivating eyes, his gentle voice.
they're playing through my mind, drifting me off to sleep in my deep dream lullaby.
i see him everyday, but unlike this.
those golden eyes, rosey-pale face, beautiful voice.
they roll through my dreams, to sleep they drift me in my special lullaby.
good night my sweet, my endless lullaby.
lull me to sleep, just once more.
the lullaby of a million lives, hundred hearts, thousand wishing dreams. that rosey-pale face, those golden eyes, and his gentle voice.
its my special lullaby.

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