Goodnight
sleepyhead
Sweet dreams and
sleep tight
The night’s
getting darker
The night’s
getting older
Hush, don’t speak
no more
Don’t be awaken
no more
Let the arms of
the invisible
Take you to
places
You’ve never been
before
Fly away across the
universe
Meet your prince
of imagination
Drop by at the
valley of kings
Spot the treasure
of a hundred curses
Tear up a linen
dress
And prepare for a
party
Of wine and bread
Of crowd and
conviviality
Dance from the
first tile to the last
Get drunk and be
wild
Throwing up ‘till
sunlight
O what a
wonderful delight.
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