Sweet Dreams Frankie Angel

Wipe the crust from your eyes,raise your head from the pillow
The harps do not play a hymn of sleep to keep you in comfort any longer
The dance of human dreams have changed tempo
Drums now play the battle march
In the distance
Across the oceans
On the front lawn
You’ll hear them soon enough
You were given slumber long enough under a beautiful masked tune for a dollar full of sky miles
You can’t sleep here anymore


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