/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: lisanaomii https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png If you're not livin' on the edge, then you're taking up too much space... Live.Laugh.Love. You'll never fall in love, If you don't fall at all . . . :¨·.·¨: `·.Michael Tom Cradle Song - William Blake (1757-1827) Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night, Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face, Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel, Smiles as of the morning steal, O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast, Where thy little heart doth rest. O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep! When thy lit