Lullaby of fan and darkness

The lullaby of the fan and the darkness,

Here let me sing you a lullaby,

To close ya eye and make you fall,

In the arms of the night,

For each spin the fans sing a song,

Sometimes rhyming and sometimes period,

For it cuts away the air,

To provide you relief,

With spinning madly to make you sleep,

For darkness already takes you in his arms,

And soothes you up till you sleep,

To far away,

Where pain is imaginary and fanasty is lived,

Till the morning rays wake you up,

For a new day. . . .