Good night, dear world, may the storm thunders rumble softly,
And may the breeze caress you until you slumber gently.
May you dream dreams of far away exotic places,
Where you find yourself among kind and friendly faces.
In the morning may you rise rested and no longer weary,
To sunny skies and butterflies that leave you ever cheery.
May your afternoons be peaceful and relaxing under gold setting sun,
Until the stars come out and whisper softly once day is done.
May you yourself be fun, loving and full of laughter,
Until once again father time comes calling you after.
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