I lie here awake My head keeps thinking I roll and stare At the whitewashed ceiling
My eyes are closed Just waiting for sleep It all seems pointless As I lose count of sheep
I finally slip away I dream that I am flying To whom and to where? As I keep on climbing
I feel your embrace Is that you I'm hearing? I can see your face Could it be I'm dreaming?
I open my eyes I was fast asleep A renewed sadness arrives As I start counting sheep
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