| Feel the mattress tense beneath me
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| Like the muscle of nonsleepy
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| Feathers flexing will defeat me
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| And it vexes me completely
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| And the hexes heat covertly
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| Like a slow low-flying turkey
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| Like a Texan drying jerky
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| But his meaty mitts can’t hurt me
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| With my steely will compounded
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| In a mighty mound that’s hounded
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| By the snap your steel string sounded
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| Just before your snores unwound it
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| And in store are dreams so daring
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| That the night can’t stop from staring
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| I’ll swim sweetly as a herring
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| Through the ether, not despairing
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| Go to sleep, you stunning sky
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| Gently creep cunning by
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| A quiet hum is amplified
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| By your thumb
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| That you suck dry
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| Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh
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| Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia
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| Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh
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| Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia
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| Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia
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| Oh oh, Cassiopeia |