SandmanA Poem by AdaSleepy, sleepy, never you mind. I'm off to where the dreams you'll find. And in those dreams I'll rest my head upon the living, dancing dead. You can't catch me, I'm much too quick--but stick around, you may just slip. Into the slip you'll lose your brain. Fear not, dear friend, we'll meet again.
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Added on June 29, 2014Last Updated on June 29, 2014 |

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