A Twilight Song

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Title:     A Twilight Song
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

Baby moon, 'tis time for bed,
Owlet leaves his nest now;
Hide your little horned head
In the twilight west now;
When you're old and round and bright,
You shall stay and shine all night.

Baby girl is going too
In her bed to creep now;
She is little, just like you,
Time it is to sleep now;
When she's old and tired and wise,
She'll be glad to close her eyes.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Twilight Song

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