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Hush little baby, you cry
You know your was born to die
All my trials Lord, be over

River of is muddy and cold
Well it chills the but not the soul
All my trials Lord, soon be

I've got a little book pages three
And page spells liberty
All my trials Lord, be over

Too my brothers
Too late but mind
All my Lord, soon be over

If living were a thing that money buy
You know the rich would live and the poor die
All my Lord, soon be over

There grows a in Paradise
And the pilgrims it the Tree of Life
All my Lord, soon be over

Too my brothers
Too late but mind
All my Lord, soon be over
All my Lord, soon be over