Sleeping King
I feel tired, it must be bedtime
To slip into dreamland and go somewhere nice
To dream about goblins and fairytale things
Or think about ladies in nothing but their skin
Escape the mundane and travel to a place
where I am in charge, reigning my own race
A fair monarch I am, where everyone's equal
With minions to help me, the sleeping regal
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