Hush baby pain slithers

27 April 2011

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Burnt timber lies rotting away

Under a scorching sun in play

For menestrels will have their way

While fools reasons plundered will lay

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Despair is of grief but a voice

A tearful one that will heart seize

Come sorrow, flee time to rejoice

As pain slithers and heartbeats cease

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Hush, voice not the pangs of the ache

That twists in your bosom a snake

A screeching like fingers that rake

Across boards with nails of heartache

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Softly sadness wells up in room

Of happiness meant now to bloom

No reservations against gloom

Shake he who only masters doom

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Hush baby for pain will slither

Don’t cry as you lie down hither

Hush baby all flowers wither

Hush darling don’t ever dither

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