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Sweet Sleep

Sweet Sleep

 

Every night it comes over me

Like a drug so gradually

Until the struggle I give up

And I succumb to slumber’s touch

 

There is no need to count sheep

As I soon slumber deep

Dreaming of a pastoral place

Where deer graze and bob-whites race

 

And a little songbird sings

In the woods that I dream

With his music sweet and light

As I slumber in the night

 

And when the rooster crows his piece

From sleep’s grasp I am released

All ready for another day

And for life come what may