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I would like to sing someone to sleep,
by someone to sit and be.
I would like to rock you and croon you to sleep
and attend you in slumber and out.
I would like to be the only one in the house
who would know: The night was cold.
And would like to hearken within and without
to you, to the world, to the wood.--
The clocks call striking to each other,
and one sees to the bottom of time.
And below a strange man passes yet
and rouses a strange dog.
Behind that comes stillness. I have laid
my eyes upon you wide;
they hold you gently and let you go
when some thing stirs in the dark.

~ "To Say For Going to Sleep," Rainer Maria Rilke


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