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An Autumn Lullaby
Go to sleep, my pretty ones, in your woodland bed While I sing an Autumn lullaby	L-
Just ignore the black birds plaintiff requiem For when springtime comes, you'll wake up again Can't you hear the bobwhite calling to his mate And the gentle cooing of the dove Listen to the brook, as she flows on her way Singing there will come, another April day
Sept 26, 1957