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Sleepytime

Sleep, sleepy head,
Come on now, it's time for bed.
Close your tiresome eyes,
Let the clouds soften the skies,
Of your day-dreaming mind,
Turning into dreams, dreams so kind.
Filled with thoughts, filled to the brim,
Let your wildest fantasies feel free to swim,
In the ocean of your sleep-deprived head,
Come on sleepy head, its time for bed.
Written by luppers93
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