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My eyes are heavy and I can not sleep I have to count sheep in order to sleep I take a deep breath i'm in need of dreams I hope I don't overthink my dream so I don't
He comes into your room, And lights it up with his gold dust, Upon your head, he ruffles your hair, And fills your mind with happy thoughts, His brother is a darker soul,
Some say he's nothing but a myth, but he's not.
My eyes closed, my mind rests but only for a couple of minutes.
Your pillow
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