Sleep will come to weary eyes
That’s the time the blood moon cries
When night draws in and down goes day
You can wish the shadows away
If you can hear a silent cry
Speak no more, no word or why
When birds are quiet and the day was fled
The hour has come to go to bed.
That’s the time the blood moon cries
When night draws in and down goes day
You can wish the shadows away
If you can hear a silent cry
Speak no more, no word or why
When birds are quiet and the day was fled
The hour has come to go to bed.
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