Little One oh Little One resting in your cradle made of Star's.
When the night begins a new well you learn to fly with your wings made of star dust among your nursery of constellation's.
Well you fly to the lupus and Sirius the dog star constellation's then play until the day begins a new.
When you grow tired from playing with Lupus and Sirius the dog star, then the Pegasus constellation well carry you towards your cradle made of Star's.
And may your dreams be kind to you Little One as you sail away on your cradle made of Star's gently down the star dust rivers of the milky way galaxy.
PLEASE DON'T STEAL!
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