The Singer

Sleep – I’ll sing you a lullaby,

Where I promise that I’ll be fine;

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Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes;

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Every word I sing is a lie,

And my tranquil voice is rehearsed…

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Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes

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For I can’t hide the pain

With which I am engrossed;

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Go to sleep, my love,

Go to sleep;

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That you trust me

Is good and right;

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‘Go to sleep, my love

Go to sleep,’

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I will whisper before

Stepping out of the light;

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Although my heart may scream: “wake up!

Somehow make it so that I stay,”

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I will not interrupt your dream –

Like a nightmare I’ll fade away;

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One more time I’ll look at your face

And wonder how it can be so calm;

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Were you certain I would remain

By your side every night, always?

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Were you merely under the spell

Of my voice and my magical tales?

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Or was it simply that you did not

Ever love me the way that I hoped?

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You’ve never opened your eyes to me;

Perhaps, when it’s too late, you will –

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When the sun threads its first rays through

The air, filled with my prayers for you;

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You will think me disloyal and unfair,

As you picture me singing to another somewhere,

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And the picture you paint

Will help you to forget the truth:

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That I sang you my swan song,

And you slept – slept all through