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Sleep, sleep, my treasure,
a
The long day's pleasure a
Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
The garden still is c
Alight with lilies, o
But all the daisies are fast asleep.
Sleep, sleep, my darling, a
Dawn wakes the starling, a
dobro,​

Answer 1

Nice Poem

10/10

I like it