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Lullaby: Down By The Riverside

{Shepherd lore…}

Down by the riverside, I wait for my flock to graze,
I listen to lovely young lambs call out to their mothers,
I wait for the sun to set and for the breezy evening to arrive,
Thoughts of a warm bed, stacked with hay return to me,
Of the night sky, which is besieged by many twinkling stars
Of tales known to be – a joyful shepherd honored by Providence

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