His rosy cheeks as he sleeps
A warming glow
What's in his dreams
We'll never know
But hope that in that infants thoughts
Time reports
As sleep becomes him, love remains
Hurt a million miles away
Wings of angels help him fly
He falls asleep to a lullaby
And when he wakes, the world does too
and in his dreams, the time has flew
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