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IN BED WE LIE DOWN


In the bed, we lie down, the cold finds no rest, We unfold our blankets before we place our heads on the pillow's breast, Good friends wish us good night, The stars light up in fear of the knights but still, we sleep believing God is with us, In the bed, we lie every time we wish to dream, No other realm ignites our soul, Except for the knights in the skies, born we, before the moon was formed or known by man's scavenging ideas. Still, our heads bow before the pillow's breast. We lie in bed to rest believing God awakes us Every morning...
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Chisanga franklin

Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe

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