Tiry tired I'm,
Can't even upheld my head,
A white light cover my eye,
And wind blew fan like fans from heaven,
The bed for looked as my coffin to rest,
Heavy loosely fitted windows are the eyes ,
For it can't hold its place,
For tiry tired I'm ,
My body yearns for night tales,
A lullaby to take me to rest,
To lay me finally to rest. . . .
To dream of the night. . . .
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