I met my big brother, Sleep, and he asked me: what are you carrying on your back? I answered: the moon.
The moon is very sad. I asked her: where is happiness? And she answered: happiness is with others.
I carried the moon on my back, and I walked and I wept. You are hungry Moon, you are sleepy, all the nature shivers with cold.
I met Sleep and he asked me what I carried on my back. I answered that I carried nothing but the moon, and he said: rock her to sleep, rock her to sleep, rock her to sleep.
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