Craving somnolence, I think
Sleepsleepsleepsleep
Pass the dream around
And spice of ages run through
Tired eyes and purple veins
In less then a minute I am
The darkest shade of burgundy you have ever seen
So you fly me a cloud or two
Creek so slightly lightly in my
Figure, it's all just
Swimming along
So naturally I sing sing
In pockets of clover and
Taken for days at a time I am
Zebra-striped madness loving
All but a pocketmouse
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