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*counting sheep, to get to sleep, racing the sunrise
Mr. Sandman, if you can, sprinkle sand into my eyes
jeepers creepers, open peepers, wide as deep blue skies
toss and turn, comfort concern, no dreams or no lies
R.E.M. I wonder when, even in dark's disguise
insomniac, heart attack, sleeping would be wise
a wink, a nod, a sigh, a yawn, still can't close my eyes*
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
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*counting sheep, to get to sleep, racing the sunrise
Mr. Sandman, if you can, sprinkle sand into my eyes
jeepers creepers, open peepers, wide as deep blue skies
toss and turn, comfort concern, no dreams or no lies
R.E.M. I wonder when, even in dark's disguise
insomniac, heart attack, sleeping would be wise
a wink, a nod, a sigh, a yawn, still can't close my eyes*
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