Sleep (1961)
Out of the depths of the starry, shadowed sea
Where Truths appear, are glimpsed and drift away
I hear the restless, swirling call of a dream.
And the dreamer lies, silent in the dark;
Sometimes he reaches out for the hand of a friend,
But he goes on
Falling
Falling
Falling
Richard Todd
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