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Eleven to seven
Eight hours of bed
Enough when it's dark
Nightlife is dead

Sleep for ten moons
Instead of ten suns
Dream of the tunes
From a far-a-way one

Awaken light-time busy
Fill me full of ole sol shining
See if I get dizzy
In this day-life won't be whining.

8/3/2008 2307 cj

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