Little angel of a dream,
You are my singing sun.
And when its dim and dusk,
The night is falling fast,
The light resigned to stars,
And moon-day now asight,
The chill of fear afloat
And loneliness my own
I must not tarry
I must not worry
For deep within my sleep
I found my other sun.
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