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The Land of
Nursery Rhymes
Sleep Sleep
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O, the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep,
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
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