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Sound Sleep | ||
| I sleep so hard I am a rock, Ignoring any watchful clock. I sail the sea or soar above And dream perhaps of making love. My pillow takes me far and wide In blissful slumber on my side. I know not where my path may lead But I must follow it indeed. At last the sun comes in to say It's time to face another day. The nighttime journey now is done, But while it lasted it was fun. | ||
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