Kathryn Szypulski Walker ©1997
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Lay down your
head and close your eyes and rest your weary soul, For the lighthouse shines through fog, and rain, and night as black as coal! Though winds are lashing and waves are crashing on coral reefs below, The beacons calls and beckons all with its majestic beam aglow. When stars are out and seas are calm and eventide draws nigh The seafarer rocks in a cradle of waves to The Lighthouse Lullabye. |
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