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Time has no meaning
When the hour says sleep
But the mind won’t rest
It’s no use counting sheep
The sheep just leap
In endless white streams
Over fences and clouds
And steal my dreams
I toss and I turn
And finally give in
Time has no meaning
Much to my chagrine
So whatever the hour
Be it twelve o’clock or two
Come visit my blog
I’ll be sleepless with you
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