a frog on a log
sits at the edge of the swamp
catching flies all day
Goodnight
Goodnight Sweet dreams Float upon the moon beams Rest your head Upon your bed Until morning light shines again
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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