Sleep, sleep, sleep
I do all day
I dream of
fields of grass
bugs to catch
and my love
a twinge, a prick
of my fuzzy ears.
I do all day
I dream of
fields of grass
bugs to catch
and my love
a twinge, a prick
of my fuzzy ears.
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