Oh sweet Children of mine sleep dear,
a new arising will appear.

You may be old and grey,
or a few milleniums away.

The Moon may change,
and Stars rearrange,

The Mountains may crumble,
and Rivers rumble.

The Trees may fall,
and Bees not at all.

But I will sing to you my sweet Children dear,
a new arising will appear.

(you are forever always little pieces of my heart)

A New Arising My Children of Mine

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