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Merrow
The ocean
Is my mattress
And the softly cresting waves
Are my pillows
The blue sky above
Is my ceiling
And the growing moon
Is my bedside light
There i float
Drifting on the soft currents
Of my mind
As waves of thought
Ebb, and flo
Seeing of the day
In wonder of the morrow
The sky darkens
As the sea
Black as oil
Other than a streak of moonlight
Flows like crushed velvet
Soft sensual ripples
Enticing
I'm lured into it's mysterious depths
Following the submarine moonlight
As i reach my palace
One last flick
Of my verdigris tail
And i'm soon upon my throne
A time to dream
by Jemia
Is my mattress
And the softly cresting waves
Are my pillows
The blue sky above
Is my ceiling
And the growing moon
Is my bedside light
There i float
Drifting on the soft currents
Of my mind
As waves of thought
Ebb, and flo
Seeing of the day
In wonder of the morrow
The sky darkens
As the sea
Black as oil
Other than a streak of moonlight
Flows like crushed velvet
Soft sensual ripples
Enticing
I'm lured into it's mysterious depths
Following the submarine moonlight
As i reach my palace
One last flick
Of my verdigris tail
And i'm soon upon my throne
A time to dream
by Jemia
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