I want to go into my room;
And lay my head in the lap of angels.
Their feathered strong arms cradle my whole body.
Their bosom breathing above my face
Making the rhythm that I am rocked to sleep with.
This sleep just a place between life and death,
Where mind can rest and conscience hide.
Sleep a while in the presence of angels.
Just a while.
Sleep.
Nap
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