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The water drips, The air purifier withers, The dryer combusts and the airplanes slither, Breaking sound barriers I cannot fathom, I sit here in my bed. To fall asleep, To all the sounds that I use to count sheep.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Counting Sheep
The water drips, The air purifier withers, The dryer combusts and the airplanes slither, Breaking sound barriers I cannot fathom, I sit here in my bed. To fall asleep, To all the sounds that I use to count sheep.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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