Thy hollow rest in due in bed,
Aloft the footprints here instead,
Someone walking on all the walls,
Pacing, racing to the stars.
If sleep should slumber yet to be,
Then sweet sweet dreams of sweet sweet revelry.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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