It Must Be Nice
It must be nice to be able to sleep so peacefully;
Grief, worry, stress aside.
Legs spread and toes flat, fingers curled so gently.
It must be nice to sleep so peacefully.
So that not a care in the world, could remove you. From that not so distant world afar.
And it must be nice to wonder of sweetest thoughts and pearly evenings; to be
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