You are like a weary traveller -
you've traversed the thick jungle alone...
both far and wide, high and low -
and conquered the valleys and the hills...
But now you are weary -
and your tired bones need to rest...
so i'll lay your feathered mat, and air your quilt -
that you may lie down to rest your tired back a wee bit...
And i'll seat myself by your side -
and tell you the tales you so love to hear...
and i'll sooth your brows and cool your forehead -
and watch over you as you sleep...
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