Dreamland
Yes,
I dream about dying.
Everybody does, don't they?
Could I stand the pain
of not seeing you?
I wonder, as in my bed I lay.
Do I count those pesky lambs
Leaping over my bed?
All the while thinkinig about dying.
Think, until I fall asleep.
Then, yes, I dream about dying.
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