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Held by the hand and rocked in the cradle, held by the hand rocked in the cradle. Held by the hand of life rocking the cradle, touched by an angel, and I know that it will be all right. Somehow the sun always rises out of the night.
Held by the hand and rocked in the cradle, held by the hand rocked in the cradle. Held by the hand of life rocking the cradle, touched by an angel, and I know that it will be all right. Somehow the sun always rises out of the night.