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Come to me,
My little girl.
I guarentee,
My little pearl,
That all is well;
You need not fret;
The world's not hell,
At least not yet.

Come to me,
My little boy.
I guarentee,
My biggest joy,
That all is sound;
You need not grieve;
Here peace abounds,
And pain's relieved.

Come to me,
My sweetest child,
I guarentee,
That if you smile,
You'll find no end
To happiness;
We'll finally mend
This broken mess.

We'll make you fake.
We'll hide your soul.
Your heart we'll break,
Your life control,
But what's all that compared
To a life full of glee,
With no need to feel scared,
Or ill-at-ease be?

Come to me,
My lovely dears,
I guarentee
You need not fear.
So come here and stay
In complete blissful peace,
Or else spend every day
Fearing your life may cease.