I lay in bed, eyes wide open,
Counting sheep, but they have all spoken,
My mind races, thoughts galore,
But sleep, oh sleep, it's such a chore.
The clock ticks on, the night grows old,
My body tired, but my mind so bold,
I toss and turn, I try to rest,
But insomnia has passed its test.
The moonlight shines through the windowpane,
As...
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