Once, in a lullaby

At night, the Ghost,
she sang to me
in a seeming lullaby.
I listened very carefully
and her words they made me cry.

She told me you will wait for me
as long as I can bear
this lonely life of reverie,
this heaviness of care

Shown was I your happy face,
your painful weathers gone.
Your sorrow soothed, and in its place
your spirit brightly shone.

Then, in the morning, I awoke
upon the stroke of seven,
remembering well the words she spoke
of one who dwells in heaven.

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