Wren's Lullaby
Donít you cry, sweet little songbird, donít you know
That every withered branch you light upon is born anew
Just because of you

Tell me please, little songbird, for I believe you know
Far better than we do
Of that world we come from and which we fall back to

All the leaves once green will turn to gold and red
All living things once young grow old and shed their skin

Let me in, little songbird, sing to me a simple tune
So I might play along
Let it ring until the world is wrapped in song
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