. Sleep .
How sweet it is to close one's weary eyes,
In the night of bright stars, and dream of things
That make our hearts delight and spirits rise,
And free us from the troubles that life brings.
But sleep is not so easy to attain;
It's now a lost dream when worries...
In the night of bright stars, and dream of things
That make our hearts delight and spirits rise,
And free us from the troubles that life brings.
But sleep is not so easy to attain;
It's now a lost dream when worries...