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i hear scratching at my window
and dare not move an inch -
A dreamer from the start,
her imagination was matched -
Cuddle up child, it's just that time
For a story told in a singsong rhyme -
Tiny silver flakes
flutter gently downwards -
As mommies sing so soft and low
Their tired little babies go -
There is a land called Bowkabay
Beyond the moon far, far away -
Hush my darling little one and let me sing to you
About a place that lies beyond a crystal sea of blue -
As night begins to raise its head
And tired children go to bed -
The sun is slowly fading as it sinks into the west
And now it’s time for all the little sleepy heads to rest
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