I lay in the still darkness of my room,
The moon turning my room into hazy shades of black and white.
A subtle breeze sings a lullaby,
Sending me off into a dream filled with endless wonders and you.
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I lay in the still darkness of my room,
The moon turning my room into hazy shades of black and white.
A subtle breeze sings a lullaby,
Sending me off into a dream filled with endless wonders and you.