Don't cry, little one.
No bombs will harm you.
Keep your eyes closed.
Close your eyes, everyone, as the bombs fall and destroy our homes.
Oh, so cold little one, wrapped in a blanket tight.
You are such a quiet little one.
Not a peek, a cry, or a fight.
Don't cry, little one.
As a Russian bomb sings your death lullaby
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