So soothing to a troubled soul

Reminders of time before the great forgetting,

In that first year so full of firsts,

Impressions imprinted, fixed for life,

Recalled only in dreams and fantasies.

Perhaps that’s where all déjà vu begins.

A lazy summer afternoon

Beneath a shady elm or oak

Lulled by rhythmic back and forth

Recalls a cradle’s gentle rocking

And nascent melodies sung to sooth

The frantic cries of a frightened babe.

Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye

My little silken-haired one.

There is no need for troubled thoughts

Of worldly care and woe.

Let these lyrics be your downy pillow,

This lullaby be your feathery bed.

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