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Reyvrex Questor Reyes


A Madrigal # 1: 'Cry Not Yourself To Sleep'


Sweet Nectaria, cry not yourself to sleep
I came to sing for you this lullaby
Oft sang by angels, wherever they fly

No cause is there for you to ever weep
I said goodnight, but never once goodbye
Sweet Nectaria, cry not yourself to sleep
I came to sing for you this lullaby

Your cheeks I kissed while you have slept so deep
Your dreams have risen higher than the sky
And when you wake up, I will tell you why
You do not need to cry yourself to sleep
For here I sing for you this lullaby
Oft sang by angels wherever they fly

Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013
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