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Each and every night i fall asleep with tears upon my pillow
Happy; Sad; Confused; Nervous; Ecstatic or Mad
It doesn't much matter anymore these days
For when the sandman enters my room
And sprinkles his dust on my sweet face
My mind starts up and in every direction
Over analyzing everything that day
Playing the never ending "what if" game
I have no control over any of this
There must be something in the sandman's magic dust
For i never fail to cry myself to sleep
Happy; Sad; Confused; Nervous; Ecstatic or Mad
It doesn't much matter anymore these days
For when the sandman enters my room
And sprinkles his dust on my sweet face
My mind starts up and in every direction
Over analyzing everything that day
Playing the never ending "what if" game
I have no control over any of this
There must be something in the sandman's magic dust
For i never fail to cry myself to sleep
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uhm idk =/
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hmmm, very interesting poem ... i like it