For the ambitious man

Sleep can seem,

Of little use at all.

He even wonders

If he might,

Ignore its nightly call.

They say “sweet dreams”,

They say “good night”,

How hollow this does seem.

When you’re alone

In bed each night,

About whom shall you dream?

So make my day,

And make my night,

Makes sense of all of this.

Please appear,

Come very soon,

And heal me with your kiss.

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