Anna Hardin (Feb.11,2000 / Cartersville, Georgia)
Little child go to bed,
little child rest your head.
Little child don't be afraid,
To be afraid, the darkness was not made.
Just go to sleep and have a dream,
dreams are never what they seem.
Just close your eyes and awaken in the morning time.
Just have a dream as sweet as lime.
Little child go to sleep,
little child, sleep so deep.
Little child listen to my rhyme,
little child awaken in the morning time.
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