Hush baby pain slithers
27 April 2011
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Burnt timber lies rotting away
Under a scorching sun in play
For menestrels will have their way
While fools reasons plundered will lay
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Despair is of grief but a voice
A tearful one that will heart seize
Come sorrow, flee time to rejoice
As pain slithers and heartbeats cease
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Hush, voice not the pangs of the ache
That twists in your bosom a snake
A screeching like fingers that rake
Across boards with nails of heartache
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Softly sadness wells up in room
Of happiness meant now to bloom
No reservations against gloom
Shake he who only masters doom
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Hush baby for pain will slither
Don’t cry as you lie down hither
Hush baby all flowers wither
Hush darling don’t ever dither
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