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Bedtime Story

(Bob Nolan)

 

Little curly headed fellow

Canít you see the lights are low?

The sandmanís just behind you

And heís calling you, I know.

So close your eyes and take his hand

As down the trail you go

Through the yellow leaves of a story book

To the land of long ago.

 

 

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