Hush now, do not cry
A crystal teardrop from your eye
The men would have to die
To stop this lullaby
And when the song is done
The dead of night will have just begun
A thousand birds will fly down
And plant your teardrops under the ground
Do you hear the planets sing?
We will fly on a moth's wing
Up to where there is no sound
While your tears grow under the ground
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