now in the quiet hour when i am sleeping
i cannot keep the night from coming in
why've you gone away, gone away again
i'll sleep through the rest of my days
if you've gone away again
water were your limbs, and the fire was her hair
now in the quiet hour when i am sleeping
i cannot keep the night from coming in
why've you gone away, gone away again
i'll sleep through the rest of my days
if you've gone away again
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looking at photographs of people sleeping makes me not want to sleep. it makes me feel really eager. i feel like want to snap a pencil in half.
i never want to sleep again.
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