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Bedtime feels really nice when you think you might deserve it. After a hard day of work the night feels like a mattress. It's cool and smooth and not too heavy for you to think it. The spring of summer; sheets of darkness; the stars are blankets. Unfolding the dreams of passing is looking layers seen. The scent of flowers providing sings me into waters. I am dipping or am i skimming the feeling off worlds? A thousand suns switched on, but it is not here for me. Don't be pressed the times are lapsing into wandering. The wandering can't be left without a look from Saturn. Uncover to deliver for your best luck shows too much. Uncapped for relief of tensions, but without the surface. Lights out now be time for cooking electric wiggle seas. Don't you bother with the cover it's always been this way.