Sleep angel….
For I may wish to become a strand of hair
To sweep your cheeks lips and brow…
While you are fast asleep
And be brushed away back to my place
As you smile in your dreams…
For I may wish to become a strand of hair
To sweep your cheeks lips and brow…
While you are fast asleep
And be brushed away back to my place
As you smile in your dreams…
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