Cradle Song
Sleep, my child, softly fall asleep, door and gate are bolted; by your cradle Good Fortune stands fanning with white wings .
Sleep, my child, you will understand when you grow older that Good Fortune was shedding tears at your cradle .
Sleep, my child, you will understand when you grow older that Good Fortune was shedding tears at your cradle .
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