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James Whitcomb Riley - Lullaby
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The maple strews the embers of its leaves
    O`er the laggard swallows nestled `neath the eaves;
  And the moody cricket falters in his cry--Baby-bye!--
  And the lid of night is falling o`er the sky--Baby-bye!--
    The lid of night is falling o`er the sky!

  The rose is lying pallid, and the cup
  Of the frosted calla-lily folded up;
  And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh--Baby-bye!--
  O`er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie--Baby-bye!--
    O`er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie!

  Yet, Baby--O my Baby, for your sake
  This heart of mine is ever wide awake,
  And my love may never droop a drowsy eye--Baby-bye!--
  Till your own are wet above me when I die--Baby-bye!--
    Till your own are wet above me when I die.
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