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The little stars are blinking bright. The sun has gone to sleep. I'll wrap you in a blanket tight. Your quiet dreams to keep. Sleep now, My darling one. Rest your weary head. The long and busy day is Done. The moon shines on your bed. The evening breeze is whispering low. A song for you to hear. It softly sings of long Ago, And says that I am near. Sleep now, My darling one. Rest your weary head. The long and busy day Is done. The moon shines on your bed. So drift away, My little love, To where the quiet rivers flow. With silver light From high above To guide you As you go. Sleep now. Sleep.