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lullaby repeated
May. 31st, 2010 09:31 pmAnd now the Sandman is coming...
He's riding in a chariot drawn by two twilight mares: who's silvered harnesses are silent, who's galloping hooves make no sound, and the many spoked wheels on their chariot just whisper a night-time song.
...and the Sandman is coming.
He's wearing clothes of midnight blue and black, with a sunset feather tucked in his hat, a beautiful woven bag is slung over his shoulder; his hands are deep inside that bag.
...and the Sandman is coming
Now he's raising his hands, fine long fingered hands, high above his head, and opening his hands, find long-fingered hands, and out pours the sleepy-sand that sparkling dust, that magical stuff, down on all the sleepy-sleepy people, closing their eyes and filling their heads, with dreams...'cause the Sandman is coming.
He's riding in a chariot drawn by two twilight mares: who's silvered harnesses are silent, who's galloping hooves make no sound, and the many spoked wheels on their chariot just whisper a night-time song.
...and the Sandman is coming.
He's wearing clothes of midnight blue and black, with a sunset feather tucked in his hat, a beautiful woven bag is slung over his shoulder; his hands are deep inside that bag.
...and the Sandman is coming
Now he's raising his hands, fine long fingered hands, high above his head, and opening his hands, find long-fingered hands, and out pours the sleepy-sand that sparkling dust, that magical stuff, down on all the sleepy-sleepy people, closing their eyes and filling their heads, with dreams...'cause the Sandman is coming.
