'Stillness now', no wind blows, sounds of nature, take a toll.
'Gentle touch', against my skin, the 'thought of sleep,
from deep within'. 'Hush now soul', hush, hush now.
Slowly walk, as breeze sweep by, cries of trees, whistle by.
Sluggish though still reaching some, thinking still why did I come.
'Hush now soul, hush, hush now, for sleep shall come in the morning by.
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