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Sleep now my angel
The mosters now are hid
The worry, anger, fear
Shall never return again

You rest in my arms
I will always hold you tight
Come with me, sleep near me
And I will guide you through the night

"But what," you ask, "will happen?
Will they make our lives wear thin?
Should shaddows come alive
Will they slay us from within?

I stand my vigil assuredly
With Apollo by my side
Monsters will not cross us
For they've met their end and died

So sleep, rest, and close your eyes
I am watching over you
I feel too much to loose you
I mean that from within

Chris Kirby
10:39 PM