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| Sleep Aid by © billybird_nj Through the dark of night, you call to me. Knowing that you are there, I listen. Call me not, call me not - for you are the voice of my doom. Pray for the early sun - it banishes all fears. What one sees - does not make it fearful. Resist you, I must - Need you, I do. They let me sleep - but at a cost. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |