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I pray for a rocket

That would launch me far

Far from the light

Of the morning star

And if I had wings

I would fly free

To the quiet of the wilderness

In one, two, three

One, two

Three leafed clovers

Would be my bed

And three evening angels

would crown my head

There, I would sit

Counting stars, counting sheep

And then I would sleep

In one, two, three

One, two, three

One, two

I've seen paintings

Hanging in halls

That tell vivid stories

To anyone who calls

And if I asked them

How they came to be

They say, "a painter made me"

In one, two, three

One, two, three

One, two

There is a Maker

Who called us to rest

After constant creation

Found the seventh day blessed

So between guitar strums

And the piano keys

Rest is a song that sings

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