(William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with
: (William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep
grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade
beyond the grace of God A dreamingly beauty If wishes could only fray that bond Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper
smile again And as a Balm for these wounds Take away the sting And as the band did play your body I did cradle I should have known that song would have
all I mean it Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting
to smile again And as a balm for these wounds Take away the sting And as the band did play your body i did cradle I should have known that song would
learn to smile again And as a balm for these wounds Take away the sting And as the band did play your body i did cradle I should have known that song
