| Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall
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| Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
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| A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my own and heart’s desire
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| The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire
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| Dusk is drawn and the green man’s thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
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| Sheevra sails his boat 'till morn, across a starry bog
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| A lyan van o, the paley moon has ringed her cusp in dew
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| And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you
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| Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall
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| Es val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
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| A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my own and heart’s desire
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| The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire |