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Uma pequena cidade da campina Rock Me To Sleep (Words by Florence Percy, Music by William Martin, 1860) Backward, turn backward, Oh Time in thy flight, Make me a child again just for tonight. Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair, Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; Rock me to sleep, mother, Rock me to sleep!
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