" Tunes"
my head is a haven for musical tunes, tunes that come and yes they go. Beats so fast, but yet ever so slow. " Whispering" sweet songs of lullabies, and rocking me softly all through the night. I found no need for counting sheep, as I twist and I turn, and fall fast asleep.
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