Sleep, my dear snow-star, sleep,
and dream of icing, candy floss, of
purple fairies lighting the moon,
then watch your hands fill with boons,
darling, as you sleep quietly.
I shall sing to you, my cinnamon love,
of skies bright like Sunday pools,
and hold my face close to yours,
let your fingers paint it cool.
Sleep, my darling snow star, sleep.
Sleep, with fairytales, magically deep.
The Lord will grant thy every wish,
of purple fairies, and candy floss,
and fill your eyes with velvet joy,
kiss your brow, kiss you night.
So, sleep, my dear love, sleep.
Sleep, my snow-star in nacre sea,
sleep, and woo proud Destiny.
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