Wistful winds whisper
and shining stars glister
in the valley of the deep
nothing seems sinister
and yet I can't sleep.

Little flowers gently snore
as the tired rabbit licks it's fur
nature touches with a fingertip
I locked my windows, closed my door
and yet I can't sleep.

The wind whispers in the open skies
I listen to it once. Twice
it says my dreams are mine to keep
I try to close my eyes...
Still, I can't sleep.
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