Please don’t cry for now, he will not hurt you
Whatever wrong he’s done, I will make right
So, cousin, place your head upon my shoulder
And sleep tonight, the darkness will let go
“If you come around, I’ll be your trouble”
Upon my wrath are morals to withhold
“Whichever hand you raise will be no longer”
I let him know, and do hope this will end.
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