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rockaby
Rockaby baby, the moon is a cradle
A white silver cradle, swung up in the sky
The clouds are the pillows, so soft and so downy
The bright stars are candles
Rockaby by
Rockaby baby, your eyes are so drowsy,
For playtime is over and sleep time is nigh
The sandman is coming to take you to dreamland
So by-low, my baby, rockaby by
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