Dreams of the Night
When I lay myself to sleep at night,
Sometimes the questioning things that I see through the depths of my mind
May seem just not quite right.
The faraway lands and places that I might roam,
Or the people and strangers that I may meet,
Sometimes some of these things can scare me
To the very tips of my feet.
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When I lay myself to sleep at night,
Sometimes the questioning things that I see through the depths of my mind
May seem just not quite right.
The faraway lands and places that I might roam,
Or the people and strangers that I may meet,
Sometimes some of these things can scare me
To the very tips of my feet.
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