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Hush little one
Don’t you cry
You’ll be gone before the sunrise

Death sings a sweet lullaby
It’ll sing you to sleep
As you slowly die

It’ll tuck you into your bed
As you drift off to sleep
Dreams drowning in a crimson red

So if you think you’re protected,
By the light, you’re wrong.
For your soul will be collected.

Death will hold you tight
And soon you’ll drift
Off to a land of eternal night

Now as you dream
Death will stay with you
As it’s eyes start to gleam

Now it whispers, scythe in hand, “Sleep tight,
Sweet dreams.”
And will give you a final kiss goodnight