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Sleep comes o'er us
Drawing us in tight
Nestled in her bosom
Bosom of the night.
Castaways of dream land
Floating 'neath the moon
Fading memories gone away
Return again at noon.
Not sure if this has a point but it came to me on the spur of the moment. The title is obviously a song and not my own. It doesn't belong to the poem.
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