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Now I lay beneath the covers, worldly thoughts I try to smother,
Sleep, a pleasure like no other, eyes are closed, I begin to yawn.
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep. Plump my pillow and snuggle deep,
Sigh and settle, welcome sleep. Mr. Sandman dream me a dream,
Show me a sight I've never seen, bring me visions to muse upon;
Let me sleep until the dawn.

It doesn't seem too much to ask, nightly sleep after daily tasks.
Let me sip from a soothing flask, no further need to carry on;
Tomorrow is another day -- another day to fight the fray,
Another day to harvest hay. Never mind the resolutions,
Problems having no solutions, the curtains of the day are drawn; 
Want to sleep until the dawn.

Now, I begin to feel a twitch, a muscle spasm, now an itch.
I really hate to whine and b----, but this condition can't go on.
Turn on the light, read my book, squint, give the clock a second look,
Wonder how many pills I took. Covers rumpled, twisted, tangled,
I'm annoyed, nerves are jangled. Maybe, turn the radio on; 
I need sleep before the dawn.

Think I'll go down and watch TV, something relaxing -- history,
maybe drama or mystery, don't want anything that's too long,
don't want to think or contemplate, would be nice just to vegetate,
If it's too slow I ruminate. Letterman is good for a laugh,
just in time for the second half. Shopping channel has got a con;
I can't believe I've got this on.

Hush sleepy papa don't you cry, sleep will come to you by and by,
Somebody sing a lullaby. Who's that singin’ that rockin’ song?
In the wee hours of the morning, thoughts arrive without a warning,
evil thoughts like hornets swarming, spoken by a voice inside me,
meant to weaken and deride me, I'm not worthy to carry on.
No time to sleep, here comes the dawn.

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