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'Sleeping Beauty' by 'Comfort'

In a small, dark and unmarked grave
Beneath the cold, damp and murky earth
Lies my baby - a blue-eyed boy
Since that long, lonely day of his birth.

There I laid down your lifeless body
In that casket draped in white
My own little sleeping beauty
Taken from me, you journeyed into the Light.

With an aching heart and broken dreams
I thought my heart would never mend,
I was your mother then, your mother still,
I will love you to the very end.

When my time comes for me to travel
From this world and all its sorrows past
I'll hold you once again my son - my baby
With my love that will last and last.