The river of sleep is wide and deep, sigh softly. Walk in, slip away.
The sky of sleep is wide and deep, sniff softly soltera. Walk in, slip away.
Sleep’s cavern is wide and deep, softly in, pas de soleil. Walk in, slip away.
To sleep is widely deep, no one to call you away, to wake. Walk in, slip away.
The river of death is wide and deep, gasp oh no. Walk in, slip away.
The sky of death is wide and deep, a weeping solo. Walk in, slip away.
Death’s cavern penetrates then gorges on soul, Walk in, slip away.
You CANNOT be called, and no one CAN know where you’ve gone.
Wide and deep, we’ll never know that sleep, of what it is like to die.
Spam of Human Affection 
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