I sang and cooed a lullaby
I sang and sang until it died
The song held such a wild cry
Evening approached before I sighed
I held him in my arms so long
Forgetting things so I am told
Feeling my age and no less bold
I walked out of the room on a devilish stroll
I walked and walked, and walked some more
Walked so long I lost the floor
Walked enough I forgot what’s sore
Walking helped me lose the score
But then I walked into a soul
A soul just out, taking a stroll
She smiled lightly and eyed my toll
Saying nothing but filling the hole

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