I’m feeling not much better.  But I know I can count on you, our love’s unfettered.  Rock me back to sleep.  I still feel woozy and stuffy, head to feet.

Just ignore the horses’ clatter.  You and I know facts, not blabber.  They’ll never trot with grace nor gain admission.  They weren’t bred for competition.

So come on, baby, rock me gently to sleep. This love is so deep, all I need to know to feel safe and warm, to go and to fall into your arms.  Without a peep, I’m just about to sleep.



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