You’re the smell of rain. You are the dawn behind the hills. You’re the whispered hope amidst a world composed of yells.
It’s time for you to go to bed. My Dear, it’s time to go to bed.
When you awake I won’t be here, but never far. There’s a piece of you in me in all I’ve done or ever do.
My Dear, it’s time to go to bed.
I’ll be giving you a chase.
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