Who can forget the dawn of their life?
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Oh! Cradle, cradle!
Pour forth thy melodies,
pour forth thy nocturnes,
pour forth thy motherly kisses.
Oh! Cradle, cradle!
Return my heavens,
take me in thy swing
to the land of angels and dreams.
Oh! Cradle, cradle!
I feel thy feathers upon my chest.
Who can forget the dawn?
Thee opened me the gates of life,
thee woke me up from an eternal sleep.
Oh! Cradle, cradle!
That was the beginning of a stream,
that was a bed of roses.
Take me upon thy wings
and bring me the sweetness of my yore.
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