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It's late, dear, go sleep.
To your bedroom, where dreams hide deep.
Take the stairs, go upstairs.
I'll sing you a song till dream claims you in.

Hello, pink veiled blankets.
Will you keep her safe?
From all the ghost, lurking in the distance.
From all her past, eating her resistance.

Night lamp, the dimly source of light.
Will you help her fight?
The nightmares that try to get in,
The phobias that try to creep in.

Hey there, sateen laced pillow.
Could you bring her tomorrow?
Bring her the bright blue sky,
Get her to jump and fly.

And you, hey little teddy bear,
Can I leave her in your care?
Hug her tight, don't let go.
Give her might, don't get low.

It's late, dear, say good night.
Your bedroom told me, it's now alright.
So sleep, my angel, my sun at night.
You are my light, so keep being bright.

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It was exactly a year ago when I recieved this poem. Can't believe it has been a whole year since that. Never had I thought this poem would mean a lot to me, but it did. It is by far, my favorite. Whenever I read the poem, so many things and memories come rushing to my mind and it never fails to paint a smile on my face.

We've managed to make it through one loop and we still have so many loops to go, don't we?

P.s: I changed some of the words due to some grammar mistakes because I just hate grammar mistakes that much :p