quiet. the sun
is setting,
the shadows are getting long.
Quiet now,
quiet. the trees sway gently,
the breeze is soft & warm.
& in the next room
your son lies sleeping,
as he dreams of the simplest things--
quiet now,
quiet.
is setting,
the shadows are getting long.
Quiet now,
quiet. the trees sway gently,
the breeze is soft & warm.
& in the next room
your son lies sleeping,
as he dreams of the simplest things--
quiet now,
quiet.

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