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Feel the matress tense beneath me |
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like the muscle of nonsleepy; |
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Feathers flexing will defeat me, |
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and it vexes me completely. |
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And the hexes heat covertly |
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like a slow low-flying turkey |
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like a Texan drying jerky |
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but his meaty mitts can't hurt me |
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With my steely will compounded |
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in a mighty mound that's hounded |
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by the SNAP my steel string sounded, |
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just before your snores unwound it. |
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And in store are dreams so daring |
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that the night can't stop from staring. |
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I'll swim sweetly as a herring |
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through the ether, not despairing. |
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Go to sleep, you stunning sky; |
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A quiet hum is amplified |
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by your thumb, that you suck dry. |
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Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh. |
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Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia. |
