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Itistimefoing。
&hepalihelonelydawyourarmsforyourbabyinthebed,Ishallsay,“Babyisher,Iamgoing。
Ishallbeeadelicatedraughtofairandcaressyou;andIshallberipplesierwhenyoubathe,andkissyouandkissyouagain。
Iyheraiheleavesyouwillhearmywhisperinyourbed,andmylaughterwillflashwiththelightningthroughtheopenwindowintoyourroom。
Ifyoulieawake,thinkingofyourbabytilllatei,Ishallsingtoyoufromthestars,“Sleep,mother,sleep。”
moonbeamsIshallstealoveryourbed,andlieuponyourbosomwhileyousleep。
Ishallbeeadream,andthroughthelittleopeningofyoureyelidsIshallslipihsofyoursleep,andwhenyouandlookroundstartled,likeatwinklingfireflyIshallflitoutintothedarkness。
&hegreatfestivalofpuja,theneighbours’eandplayaboutthehouse,Ishallmeltintothemusicofthefluteandthrobiallday。
&iewilleresentsandwillask,“Whereisourbaby,sister?”Mother,youwilltellhersoftly,“Heisinthepupilsofmyeyes,heisinmybodyandinmysoul。”