Prancing through the thickets foe,
dancing, leaping gentle doe.
The crystals of the sky,
slip into night,
forming a frosty voice,
of glimmering white.
Singing low, singing high,
soft and dreamlike lullaby,
cradle memory,lost at sea,
cradle song,
has yet to be.
dancing, singing, free and true,
lifted up, into the blue,
everlasting brilliant sky,
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