Pretty Little Horses
I miss my babies... singing lullabies and and being one of the few loving constants in their screwed up lives. I miss my babies...
in the meadow
poor little baby cries mama
birds and butterflies
peckin' out his eyes
poor little baby cries mama
Hush-a-byedon't you cry
go to sleep my little baby
when you wake
you shall have
all the pretty little horses
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