'Sleep my dears, now.
Sleep and dream,
and know that things aren't what they seem.
The little death,'
she says, she sighs,
'is worth a thousand waking lives.'
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| The Dreamweaver 'Sleep my dears, now. Sleep and dream, and know that things aren't what they seem. The little death,' she says, she sighs, 'is worth a thousand waking lives.' |
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