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Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;

and if I die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

 

And if I lie here oh so still

I pray the Lord this wish to fill:

Please dear Lord keep him away,

and make me safe another day.

 

If I'm quiet he won't come.

If I'm quiet he won't come.

 

Be really really still

so he won't think of me.

 

Shh.  Footsteps.

Hide under the covers.

 

Be very very still.

 

Please.

 

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

 

Please don't

 


 

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