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Now I lay you down to sleep
To the past, my thoughts do creep.
To your first breath my soul doth fly,
Which makes me wonder why,why,why?
I feel you nursing at my breast,
My heart so full, all at rest.
The soft sweet skin, your angel hair.
Why oh why, how do I care?
For as I breathe you do not,
And for this I am forgot.
The dreams for you I ever sot,
Are vacant now in this cold plot.
I tell you now, my heart doth crave,
Graduation bold and brave.
Your wedding day, mother most proud,
Is lost behind this pitted shourd.
My thoughts be still, just lay me down,
Beside your casket in the ground.
For if I wake another day,
My heart turns cold, old and grey.
So now I lay you down to sleep,
No more, I pray, my thoughts to creep.
[This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 09-29-1999).]
[Note: This message has been edited by Nan]