Like a feather in the cradle Swaying to and fro He enjoys a long slumber For hours to go Sometimes he lifts the chin Or
Slowly, I was growing, since the day I was born. Nurtured me, the mellow hands of a fairy. Without her, I was so forlorn.
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Like a feather in the cradle Swaying to and fro He enjoys a long slumber For hours to go Sometimes he lifts the chin Or
Slowly, I was growing, since the day I was born. Nurtured me, the mellow hands of a fairy. Without her, I was so forlorn.