Alfred Tennyson

Sweet and low , sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying noon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while

my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the Massage Chair west
Under the silver moon;
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one,
Fractional co2 Lasersleep.

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