| My Child, I will bury you on the highest hill,
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| beside the tallest tree where winter will cover you
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| and build the biggest castle.
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| There I will bury you, from the arms of your mother.
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| Soon the angels will carry you over the edge of the world,
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| lead you through the deepest forest,
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| away from sickness, into the light.
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| Sleep my child, lay down your head and leave this pain,
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| I’ll read your these last pages of the tale.
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| To endless morning I’m cursed from here on;
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| you will be taken, I was meant to stay…
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| The Emerald Forest was quiet
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| and the deep green of the diamond leaves
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| was glimmering in the sky high tree tops
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| on the gentle wind, tall as the mountains in the east.
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| Echoes of the steps of giants
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| were fading like the beat of your weak heart.
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| Shades of night welcome you with a twisted smile.
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| Slowly with every tiny breath.
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| Hold my hand tight, nothing will hurt you here.
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| You are almost home my little angel, I will lead you through.
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| Night creatures, unicorns and white owls,
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| treasures hidden in the emerald glow.
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| Green light on the white altar and the black throne,
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| choirs of ancients blessing your passage to the world below.
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| The path through the woods was getting narrow
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| and the aisle of trees shaded the last light of the moon.
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| But the light from the candles on the bridge across the water
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| lit the way from emerald steps, marking our trail deeper.
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| This is the frontier as far as I can pass,
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| but the calling of the Blackbird will lead you on from here.
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| Every tear will turn to an emerald in this forest,
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| and this is where it ends, the cry turns to laughter, my son.
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| You will be taken, I was meant to stay, my loved one. |