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A poem for REM sleeper.

Death, its brother is

By Alex Perry

Death, its brother is.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not. Every night it may come by.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not. Every night it may come by. All it takes are closed eyes.

Sometimes it take a story read.

Sometimes it take a story read. To give back a comfy bed.

Sometimes it take a story read. To give back a comfy bed. Lend your ear to a rosed lyre.

Sometimes it take a story read. To give back a comfy bed. Lend your ear to a rosed lyre. Two hear a ringing lullaby.

You may see a vision hazy.

You may see a vision hazy. The best's always lazy.

You may see a vision hazy. The best's always lazy. Alarm's batteries are keen.

You may see a vision hazy. The best's always lazy. Alarm's batteries are keen. Slid you up in sleepy jeans.

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