I lye here awake
My head keeps thinking
I roll and stare
At the whitewashed ceiling

My eyes are closed
Just waiting for sleep
It all seems pointless
As I lose count of sheep

I finally slip away
I dream that I am flying
To whom and to where?
As I keep on climbing

I feel your embrace
Is that you I'm hearing?
I can see your face
Could it be I'm dreaming?

I open my eyes
I was fast asleep
A renewed sadness arrives
As I start counting sheep


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