Laying upon my back, watching the clouds drift by.
I let my eyes close to black, letting out a hefty sigh.
Begone my worries, begone my fears. Begone the hurry, begone my silent tears.
Time to relax, no more grinding that axe and throw off those heavy packs.
Let the clouds drift by, and close your weary eyes. Sleep, dream. Drift on.
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