Rest My Dova

Rest my Dova, while the moon is high
In the darkness of night’s sky,
With you so tired, and run so dry;
Your heart feels heavy, you cannot fly.

Peace and love be yours tonight,
No dark dreams that cause you fright.
Nothing will harm you; I am on the rounds,
I will guard you and keep you sound.

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