It's 1 a.m. in the night,
I cannot sleep tight,
my eyes feel offensive when i try to shut them,
'coz they haven't seen you in a fortnight.
But still I can feel the sweet, unconcious fits,
which according to the writs,
are the initiation of sleep,
and in the world of sweet dreams a peep.
It's quite probable that,
when I am lying flat,
in my cozy little bed,
under my blanket red,
that you will enter my dreams,
with a personality that gleams,
you'll come near my bed,
and kiss on my forehead.......
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