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Lullaby sung by a comforting angel.

Isn't it funny how fate intervines, leaving memories bittersweet.

Silence now as I sleep, no more lullabies for me.

Tender kisses on a baby's forehead, only in dreams.

Enter dark rooms and cold sheets.

Never a sound, even when you listen.




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