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If they see any weeping , That should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on
their head , And sit down by their bed . When wolves and tigers howl for prey ,
They pitying stand and weep ; Seeking to drive their thirst away , And keep them
...
If they see any weeping , That should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on
their head , And sit down by their bed . When wolves and tigers howl for prey ,
They pitying stand and weep ; Seeking to drive their thirst away , And keep them
...
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Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on
mother ' s breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in
the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my little
one ...
Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on
mother ' s breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in
the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my little
one ...
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Till I was buried fathoms deep Beneath that cold , white drifting sleepSleep
drifting deep , Deep drifting sleep . . . . The carter cracked a sudden whip : I
clutched my stool with startled grip , Awakening to the grimy heat Of that
intolerable street .
Till I was buried fathoms deep Beneath that cold , white drifting sleepSleep
drifting deep , Deep drifting sleep . . . . The carter cracked a sudden whip : I
clutched my stool with startled grip , Awakening to the grimy heat Of that
intolerable street .
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