jayne

goodnight, to every little hour
that you sleep tite
may it hold you through the winter
of a long night
and keep you from the lonliness of yourself
heart strung
is your heart frayed and empty
cause it's hard luck,
when no one understands your love
it's unsung,
and i say goodnight, my love,
to every hour in every day
goodnight, always,
to all that's pure that's in your heart
goodnight, may your dreams be so happy
and your head lite
with the wishes of a sandman
and a night lite
be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tite
nestled in your covers
the sun shines but i don't
a silver rain will wash away
and you can tell, it's just as well
goodnight, my love,
to every hour in every day
goodnight, always,
to all that's pure that's in your heart

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