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Oh, Mr. Sandman
come to my bed, lift me up,
and carry me to the land of sweet dreams
upon the marshmallow sweet tasting fluffy clouds of dreams.
Let me taste the candy of the sweet world
that lays in Dreamworld when dreams come true and the possibilities are endless.
Let me smell the sweet roses of red, blue, pink, white, purple, and dark red
that smell so grand all year round to remind me of the simple pleasures of life.
Let me feel the marshmallows below me and maybe give me a bite
or two to really get a taste of what it's like to have the sweetest tastiest dream.
Let me hear children's laughter, children playing, music, or whatever sounds
good to my ear, but no yelling, screaming, screeching, etc., please.
Let me see what can be, what may never be in the world of fantasy
and secret dreams for the future, and what maybe occur in my future
even if it doesn't seem feasible right now.
Let me touch the velvet curtains that set my world conscious
when I'm awake from my subconscious of Dreamworld.
Oh, Mr. Sandman, it's time for bed.
Please, carry me off to Dreamworld now.