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William Blake - Cradle Song
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
            Dreaming in the joys of night;
            Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
            Little sorrows sit and weep.
             
            Sweet babe, in thy face
            Soft desires I can trace,
            Secret joys and secret smiles,
            Little pretty infant wiles.
             
            As thy softest limbs I feel,
            Smiles as of the morning steal
            O`er thy cheek, and o`er thy breast
            Where thy little heart doth rest.
             
            O the cunning wiles that creep
            In thy little heart asleep!
            When thy little heart doth wake,
            Then the dreadful night shall break.
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