''goodnight,
to every little hour that you
sleep tite,
may it hold you through the winter of a
long night
and keep you from the loneliness,
of yourself
heart strung,
is your heart frayed and empty cause it's
hard luck,
when no one understands your love it's
unsung, and i say
goodnight, my love,
to every hour in every day
goodnight, always,
to all that's pure,
thats in your heart
goodnight,
may your dreams be so happy and your
head lite,
with the wishes of a sandman and a
night light
be careful not to let the bedbugs
sleep tight,
nestled in your covers
the sun shines but i don't
a silver rain will wash away
and you can tell, it's just as well
goodnight, my love,
to every hour in every day
goodnight, always
to all that's pure that's in your heart''
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