Sandman Sings a Lullaby
It's been a gorgeous summer day:
and now that it is time for bed,
still active, your mind wants to play.
Why don't you snuggle close to me
and watch the sunset together,
while we embrace reality.
Just look at that pretty pink sky
inked by a sinking scarlet sun,
Nature can overwhelm the eye.
At dusk, the stars will all come out
to twinkle brightly in the night,
where we'll spot shooting stars, no doubt.
But sleep's tempting you, I can tell,
tugging your lids, partially closed;
just close them, baby: all is well.
The Sandman sings a lullaby
that you can no longer resist,
for it's time to give dreams a try.
Capture a dream within a tear
and let it trickle down your cheeks:
time to sleep, there's nothing to fear.
That wizened old man in the moon
vows to watch over you, so sleep
while the nightingale sings its tune.
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