I've counted sheep, twisted and rolled
as I lie awake by nature being trolled
Looking for a place where sleep is sold
anything I'd do to slumber in this cold
take me to a place where stories are told
not only to the Young, but also to the old
of fairytales and treasure like ruby and gold
to lure Morpheus out his heavenly fold...
I need a break for this world feels like hell
anybody knows anyone with sleep for sale?
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
I've counted sheep, twisted and rolled
as I lie awake by nature being trolled
Looking for a place where sleep is sold
anything I'd do to slumber in this cold
take me to a place where stories are told
not only to the Young, but also to the old
of fairytales and treasure like ruby and gold
to lure Morpheus out his heavenly fold...
I need a break for this world feels like hell
anybody knows anyone with sleep for sale?
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