BEDTIME STORIES

Tell me stories, old father,

Lest the darkness consume us.

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Tell me stories, dear father:

Stories of life, stories of love,

Stories of pounding hearts

And stories of happy solitude.

Tell me stories of sweet, still, silent slumber.

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Embrace the darkness, sweet daughter,

I have walked above, in the light,

I have listened to its lies,

I have seen its shadows.

I have listened to the music of red sunrise,

Of babies dying and of mothers crying.

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I shall tell you stories, my daughter;

Stories of life, stories of lust

Stories of dripping blood.

And stories of slaughter.

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Sleep not, my child, stay by me,

Let the darkness consume us.

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