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My Own Sandman
Being my own Sandman when I lay down to sleep
listening to the silence as a shadow holds a candle
of scented pale sorrows against her face. With the
gales of tomorrow from my pillow's rest, a thousand
memories in a song, I confess my love. From the
edge of a twilight's jar. Being my own Sandman.
listening to the silence as a shadow holds a candle
of scented pale sorrows against her face. With the
gales of tomorrow from my pillow's rest, a thousand
memories in a song, I confess my love. From the
edge of a twilight's jar. Being my own Sandman.
Published 4th Aug 2023
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