Golden Slumbers Kiss Your Eyes
GOLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby;
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby;
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
HT: Patrick Krup @ Anecdotal Evidence: `In Poetry the Immediate Pleasure is Physical'
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