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Hush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
A warm embrace, a sweet kiss
I give,
Holding you kindly
My dear.
Sweet little child,
No need to cry.
I'll give you my love,
Take your bad dreams away.
No thunder will come,
No shadow can harm you.
The darkness runs from
This candle light.
Hush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
No more bad nights come.
A warm embrace, a sweet kiss
I give,
Holding you kindly
My dear.
Sweet little child,
No need to cry.
I'll give you my love,
Take your bad dreams away.
No thunder will come,
No shadow can harm you.
The darkness runs from
This candle light.
Hush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
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Title: Reflections
Author: SeventhRain
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters/pairing: Zevran
Disclaimer: The character of Zevran Arainai is property of Bioware.
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She asked for a Lullaby, sang by Mari. The only thing left to her by her mother.
I don't know if I managed what she wanted. I've never written a Lullaby before XD But I hope you like it.
She asked for a Lullaby, sang by Mari. The only thing left to her by her mother.
I don't know if I managed what she wanted. I've never written a Lullaby before XD But I hope you like it.
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This is so beautiful! I forgot to add it to my faves 