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Go to sleep my darling,
Go to sleep my dear,
It's late in the evening and sleepy time Is drawing near.
My mind is growing tired from December rains and winds,
So let's sleep by the fire,
Of orange, apple, cinnamon.
Yes I know it's hard to wait so long,
And you will be waiting.
I know it's true,
A dead dog will reveal himself to you.
A dead dog will save us all.
A dead dog will save us all.
A dead dog will save us all.
A dead dog will save us all.
