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Nov 2017
It's time for bed.
Going to sleep.
With blue and red.
While counting sheep.

It's time for bed.
No more time to play.
Get in your shed.
And sleep, after pray.

It's time for bed.
Stop eating your ice cream.
You can still eat it
Inside your dream.
Vanidy
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Vanidy
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