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I go to sleep, I am never disabled in my dreams When the silver moon beams, When horizon glows and gleams, When rivers turn to golden streams I go to sleep. When I go to sleep And come wide awake anew, And night sky turns to azure blue, And twinkling stars are pearls of dew, And inky shadows a spacecrafts view, I am no longer slumbering, Lumbering At less than Stonehenge pace, Now able to run the race With fluid style and grace, When I go to sleep. When I wake, My feet of lead, My heavy head. My straight jacket bed A cage once more, But sleep an open door where Alice walks, And Nature talks With words of love and hope, When I go to sleep. Ann Armstrong Responaut Newbury Berkshire |