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These days can get so long and lonely;
and I cry myself to sleep.
I try to think of the lovely meadows
where I can finally count my sheep.

But my head is filled with empty thoughts
and the sheep do no exist.
I twist and turn without a wink
because sleep determines resist.

I can hear the clock tick slowly 
as every tock runs by.
And now my tears match the seconds
as if they came from the sky.

I roll the covers off my body
and get up off my bed;
walk around, grab a drink,
and massage my tired head.

I lay back down and pray to God
that at least my eyes will close.
I pull the blankets up to my chin
and tuck them under my nose.

I awaken from my slumber
and I look to see the sun
shining in the bright blue sky;
another night is done.

And now I do my daily chores
and study for another test.
I'll talk to God and ask once more
for at least one night of rest.

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