Ignorance is blissful
Stupidity incorrigible

To gain favor with words is a delicate thing
Not easily trifled with

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Feelings
Though sometimes rash
Are not to be handled without the utmost care For who would carry the prince to sleep
If you were not there to guide his feet

Read books of enjoyable nature
And pull the covers to hide from monsters

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Mothers
They are delicate things
But then again so are father

Wholly innocent of your comings and goings

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Don’t scream if you do not wish for me to hear
But call me softly and perhaps I might appear

Sing for me my angel of music

Call to me
Beckoning on The children of the night are here
Again
Once more