Twinkle, Twinkle, little star.
When you fly, don't fly far.
For when you see this locket gold,
Please remember you've been told.
In it, is my portrait, blue
Dress on white backround so true.
You may cry and you may weep.
You may count every last sheep.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
When you go, don't go far.
My locket is so calling you,
Speaking the absolute truth.
In it, is my death and love,
I'm watching you from high above.
There's no fear, death or pain.
Compared to it your simply plain.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star.
This locket sends you to me, far.
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