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Ellen Fair

Sleep My Love

In memory's haze on quiet days
I walk the Trail of Dove
Whispering words to your praise
You were my own true love

A flower grows beneath your stone
Not hidden from my eye
Bright as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky

Our kind of love, few could know
The calm e'en when I weep
For my tears are but a lullaby
As you softly sleep