Sleep, sleep, sleep
Oh sleep, oh sleep
Sleep is a natural endowment from God
Every man is meant to sleep at the right time
A foolish man loves thou sleep more than his
career
A man is not meant to be controlled by sleep
Sleep is sweet
sleep is dangerous
Oh sleep, oh sleep, oh sleep
When will I see you to uphold and fell you?
To know how thou look like
Oh sleep what is it I know not about you
Tell me this day I pray thee
So I will not be a victim of you
UZOSIKE.....
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