My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she's here it's hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.
She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I'm awake and she's disappeared,
I know I'll miss her for the whole day.
As soon as I'm home it's back to bed,
maybe she's waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it's only here we ever meet.
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