whooooosh . . . why'm I layin there when I'm here, night's quiet thru the wall i go, first time out, with the air I flow, wait for me his mind says in rem piled sleep, shh don't wake him, in that room not a sound not a peep, graced flight high above, mental sight flurryed round, how'd this be... on the bed that's ME.... no pull to the ground i'm out of my mind, i'd love to stay, hit the snooze for soon another blessed day!
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