Feel the mattress tense beneath me
Like the muscle of non-sleepy
Feathers flexing will defeat me
And it vexes me complet-e-ly
And the hexes heat covertly
Like a slow low-flying turkey
Like a texan drying jerky
But his meaty mitts can't hurt me
With my steely will compounded
In a mighty mound that's hounded
By the snap your steel string sounded
Just before your snores unwound it
And in store are dreams so daring
That the night can't stop from staring
And i'll swim sweetly as a herring
Through the ether not despairing
Go to sleep
You stunning sky
Gently creep
Cunning by
Quiet hum
Is amplified
By your thumb
That you suck dry
Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh
Oh, you hold your breath and clasp at cassiopeia
Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh
Oh, and you hold your breath and clasp at cassiopeia
Cassiopeia
Cassiopeia
Oh
Cassiopeia
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