The bright moon, slowy shines Its light into my eyes Somewhere someone is smiling Somewhere someone does cry But I sleep through this whole mess I have grown used to it I sleep and dream away Ignoring this world wide pit Sleeping soundly, oh so soundly Quietly, on my bed My mind is slowly stopping For it seems I am dead Maybe though, it’s better here So far it seems okay Yes, there is no fighting here I think I will stay Everyone is peaceful Yet everyone is dead Yet I am sleeping, still sleeping Quietly on my bed
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