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December 13, 2001

Sleep on my bed

Is like heaven on a spring.

So that I don't feel dead

I don't sleep on my head.

Angels with wings

Transport me and sing

Beautiful and fabulous songs of slumber.

I drift and sway

With feelings of tranquility.

To shut out the day.

This time is all about me.

 

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