Sleep Beware
In the middle of the night
I finally sleep so comfy without light
Deeply I dream
Of the wondrous thoughts that’ll never seem
To ever come true
Wake me up and you will rue
So I beg of you, let me rest and lie
In this wondrous month of July
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