Be still you wrestless demon night
and bend towards my simple plight-
just let me sleep with sweet dreams tonight-
be still my mind from Wrong or right.
May my dreams be tender and i wake to the sun-
Keep worry from me let me never run-
unless it makes me happy to;
give me my hay day and perfect youth.
And i in turn will speak the truth
and help you with others who don't know the kissing booth.
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