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Restless, sleep won’t come The night passes slowly The ticking of the clock Counting down Every second closer to the finale Can I make it? Will all be lost? The sun rises over the horizon Birds sing their morning songs The beginning, the end I curl up under the madness Sleep takes me
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 3:16 AM UTC
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Restless, sleep won’t come The night passes slowly The ticking of the clock Counting down Every second closer to the finale Can I make it? Will all be lost? The sun rises over the horizon Birds sing their morning songs The beginning, the end I curl up under the madness Sleep takes me
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sherry-clark
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 3:16 AM UTC
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