R. M. J.
SLEEP
On the man-tle of the Earth,
To the mu-sic of the stream,
We shall sleep here 'till the day breaks,
Sway-ing soft-ly in a dream.
And the wind sighs through the night,
Tel-ling tales of far a-way,
Whisp-'ring words that will pro-tect us,
'Till the break-ing of the day.
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