Hush little child, evening has come,

Lady Mockingbird will sing you a song

And when the final note is done,

Your will to cry will run along.

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Sleep little child, your blanket now hold,

Father of Stars will shave you bold,

And when the threads will fly in the wind

Your name written in sand will be assigned.

Dream little child, count up your sheep,

Sister Mary will give you a silky whip

And when the pen's borders have broken down,

Your name will be shouted by all the town.

Float little child, pass into the veil,

Brother Julius will teach you a knot.

And when your memory the dark will blot,

Your ship flown by gees will sail.