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  • Having a child born fighting for his life with the first breathes he took is hard, but it makes you stronger.
    This song was made while my son fought for his life in my arms. Singing always comforted him to where
    he could fall asleep, tears covered my face as a watched him fight and slowly decline. The words in this
    lullaby are written in Navajo (Dine) saying "My little one, My Son, Go to sleep, Go to sleep."

    Made for sons all around the world to go to sleep too. Aho Pilamiya
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