Tumbling and falling
Twisting and turning
I think I’m on fire
I can smell burning
A candle casts its shadows
Across the darkened room
Dancing all around the walls
Giving off its sweet perfume
The silence is only broken
By the ticking of the clock
The crackling of a candle
And my heart going tickety tock
Calmness is descending
Over my relaxing form
Sleepiness is rising
here come the endless yawns
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