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Sleep, when will we meet

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Sleep sleep oh how I wish we could meet
When will you come and dining a fine meal
If you only knew how your absents made me feel

Why won’t you come then?
When will you knock on my door?
How can I know your coming for sure?

I wait here ever night wait for you to cover me
Like the clouds cover the skies
Or like dew clovers the summer grass in the morning

Wait what is this I hear
You’re here you’re here
Now all my fear of you not coming is gone
There the clock
Going ding dong
So my wonderful gust
Come in, come in
It is finally time to rest



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