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I close my eyes and squeeze the pillow,
To soon find myself in slumberland,
By a passing stream, beneath a willow,
Bathed in the feeling that life is grand.
An idyllic scene in which I sit,
My troubles having been set aside,
A chance for me to rest up a bit,
Mundane problems, no longer abide.
I awake to greet the dawning light,
And all the burdens the day does pose.
Yet, refreshed, for I know that tonight,
I may return to where that stream flows.
Such stress reducing dreams energize,
Recharging batteries, so to speak.
Filling our heads with sweet surprise,
While this requisite repose we seek.
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