| Lullaby of the Moths |
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| Hush now, do not cry |
| A crystal teardrop from your eye |
| The men would have to die |
| To stop this lullaby |
| And when the song is done |
| The dead of night will have just begun |
| A thousand birds will fly down |
| And plant your teardrops under the ground |
| Do you hear the planets sing? |
| We will fly on a moth’s wing |
| Up to where there is no sound |
| While your tears grow under the ground |
