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Sleep,little pigeon, and overlap your wings,
Minimal blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
Rest to the singing of mother-flying creature swinging,
Swinging the home where her little ones falsehoods.
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Away out there I see a star,
Slivery star with a twinkling tune;
To the delicate dew falling I hear it calling,
Calling and tinkling the night along.
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In through the window a moonbeam comes,
Minimal gold moonbeam with cloudy wings;
All quietly crawling, it asks:"Is he dozing,
Dozing and imagining while mother sings?"
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Up from the ocean there drift the cry
Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore,
Just as they were moaning in anguish, and groaning;
Moaning about the ship that will come no more.
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Be that as it may, rest, little pigeon, and overlay your wings,
Minimal blue pigeon with distressed eyes;
Am I not singing? It couldn't be any more obvious, I am swinging;
Swinging the home where my sweetheart untruths.
