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The fingers on her right hand are cold
She writes the night to warm the old
To compose all the children a rhyme for sleep
As the midnight hour's past, to dreams go deep

Close your eyes all you small angels
Put your left hand on your heart
Get that right foot out of the covers
For twilight time's about to start

Breathe slowly, you're flying on the wing
Peaceful, soft sound baby angels sing
God's love with you, brand new baby angel, all night
Rise up to sleep, brand new angel, heaven's there in sight...

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