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asleep

a place where the willow weeps

under the stars of this gentle night

to tired to let my eyes put up a fight



to dream

of some place that goes unseen

where angels fly, time stands still

enough of reality, i had my fill



so to bed

to lay down my weary head

let my eyes close 1 more time

and haveing faith in tommorow that hope will shine.