Sleep
as your heavy eyelids drop
as the story comes to a stop
as the lullaby draws on
you drift into a dream beyond
you hear the Angels song
you hear a harpist play
you see horses soar
you see masks galore
you smell something grand
and your dream comes to an end.
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