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Lullaby Oh come merry along
To the beat of the drums,
Let no sound be made
For it might stir it awake.
The drums carry a rhythm,
One of its heart,
It acts like a lullaby to the sleeping thing next door,
Creep but be still or be fodder for the rest.
How did you get here?
Were you not shot in the chest?
Oh well don't worry, we can fix you yet.
All scream and call, let her return.
We have one who has yet
To fall in 'love'.
Dont worry young one,
If she likes you enough
She will spit you back out
And only keep your heart.
