The Mafia's Princess
She starts to sing to me.
When I hear a baby cry,
I think of a lullaby—
a lullaby that seems to cling to me—
a lullaby my momma would sing to me.
But Mama, I'm not tired. I yawn sleepily. Mama grins and continues to sing
You will close your eyes,
you will rest on my heart,
waiting for the sweet night.
While you will sleep,
while you will dream,
I will watch over you.
I close my eyes and listen to my Mama's beautiful voice
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