There was a little daughter
Who dreams of a slaughter
but then she woke up screaming
She was crying after
But she didn't feel better
then she heard someone coming
A voice of an angel
as soft as the wind
was heard and she was wondering
"who art thou? where shall thou come?"
but the angel stood there singing
There was a little daughter
who was sang by the angel
and she ended up sleeping
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