SandmanSprinkles of time, drift off
Sandman
Sprinkles of time, drift off into a divine place of mind
With every grain I slowly slip
Every memory begins to
Drip drip drip.
With each finger that traces my back, you've left your tracks.
What will I do without you
My friend we'll make it through.
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