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Gilraen's Lullaby  by Mirach

Sleep, my son

The night is a river

carrying you there

where silver stars shiver

On streams of dreams

to a land without sorrow

where boys have fathers

and the mounds are hollow

in dreams...


Sleep, my child

the sun hides till morrow

Her last rays a way

that elven ships follow

There, names are not secret

that can bring a danger

And father to child

doesn’t have to be stranger

in dreams...


Sleep, my Hope

and hope of your people

Than mighty oak

your roots are deeper

Once you will know

the pride of the humbled,

the value of honour

and hopes of your kindred,

their dreams...


Sleep, my son

while darkness is soothing,

while you can rest

till the call of duty...

Once you will ride

to hardship and danger

and like your father

you will be a ranger

Now dream...


Sleep, my child

like in a nest eagle

when the stars shine,

distant and regal

Sleep, gain more strength,

and courage and strong will

that you will need

to grow and fulfil

all dreams...





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