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As I pull back the sheets,
I hear a sweet deep voice call "sleep".
I slowly pull up the covers
and turn the light off.
Now the only light I see,
is the white-like shadow of the moon.
It creeps past every inch of land,
to seek out dark and evil land.
Once again I hear this voice,
but now with a figure.
This figure is not of a child or demon,
nor angel or animal.
Yet it is a of a young man.
Then as my eyes slowy lift open,
he speaks, "Just a dream..."
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