Be my soft lullaby,
Be my first light;
The first sight at dawn,
The last sight at night.
Love me in winter,
Love me in spring;
Bring me the opened flower
Of your heart, once again.
Stay very close beside me,
And never drift away;
Be for me the sun and stars
Of all my living days.
And when my last breath’s over;
And all my words and sighs-
Then so gently lean above me
And close my loving eyes.
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