Sleep well all you princes and princesses
I hope that your dreams are all full of joys
Sleep is the king of all our recesses
Worth more than all the world's gold or your toys.
A pleasure that's known only when it's done,
Travelling through time till you open your eyes.
Is this where you were? Is that the same sun?
Is that the same ground? Are they the same skies?
Wake me when it's time to leave this place and
I will then sleep the night away in bliss
And when I wake up I will understand
Just where I am and what it is I miss.
And I will sleep away my waking day,
And live in dreams to pass the night away.
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