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bed time storiesTired, the saints, they tucked me inWarmth surrounds my bodyAir is soft and blowly lightlyFragile, I saw it, but careless as i was i might have dropped itThey tucked me in and closed my eyesI did not want to sleepThey sang to me a lulla-bye,I wanted to here no more.And the memory of that water stained window flooded my mind
starYou died...do you remeber me?I am a fraudstealing from the blind, and begging on my kneesTake me in, treat me kind,then i'll knock you down and steal your mindScared, sweet and coarse at heart,this kiss of death was my start
My Musesseeing the light,breaking the dawns,falling asleep,making peace.when I talk to my problems they tell me to sleepthey talk me to sleep,I wish they would sing.they will never change,no fears neededI don't want them to go,why would anyone?harsh weather makes them cold and damp.They say they cant sing.