Paint me in your words
It’s time I lay my bones
But a night is incomplete
Without a pen and poem
Paint me in your minds eyes
Let the wishes of all sweet dreams
Come lay on our bosom
For the Day has gone to sleep
Taking his lights with him
And if I become of any worth to you
Pull my long Elfy ears softly
Let me be in a warm comfort
And when the morning shall come
I shall see you smile
And words will be softer
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