Gently,
I hold unto thee,
I urge for your warmth,
Lost in your lullaby,
Fighting the mood alone,
I wipe off my stained tears,
Seem you are a smile giver,
Your lullaby is sweet to my hearing,
Cuddle me, cuddle me, you say
And I went to bed, my dear pillow
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