I'll eat your bad dreams, your sorrows, your grief; For I am the Dream Eater of Anguish.
I'll hum the Lullaby of Dreams so you may have a restful slumber. Ne'er again to slouch in somber.
I'll leave your good dreams, your joy, your relief; for I am the Dream Eater of Anguish.
I'll hum the Lullaby of Dreams so you may smile in your snooze. Ne'er again to toss n' turn in terror.
Fear ne'er more to close your heavy eyelids, I'll stroll away by sunrise, and I'll stroll in by midnight with ne'er a sound but--- my hymn.
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