Half asleep a color bleen crossed my mind
between chair and rain
I found it is like the sum of smell of rain and polkadots
It waken me up tonight
Staying with iridescence
Snuffed out tonight too late
Counting sheep
A receiver-to-be then stared at African sunset
Fiddling with his shirt on fourth button missing
There had been letters with no reply, with nor stamps
All of my sorrow in envelopes drifts in the air
It’s filling my heart with pain
Filling with memories
Snuffed out tonight too late
Counting tear
All night long drown in the sea of stories
Can I come back clutching at a straw tightly, feebly

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