I hate going to sleep
when there's so much
going on
the earth is freezing the frost
the moon is howling to the dogs
trees are blowing the wind westwards
and a little child
sits on his window-sill
staring at the darkness of the night
I just hate to go to sleep
knowing that he
might fall out of the window
and the snow will steal his childhood
with a hollow laughter
when there's so much
going on
the earth is freezing the frost
the moon is howling to the dogs
trees are blowing the wind westwards
and a little child
sits on his window-sill
staring at the darkness of the night
I just hate to go to sleep
knowing that he
might fall out of the window
and the snow will steal his childhood
with a hollow laughter
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