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The Sandman swears by it,

For it can make you sleep,

And give you sweet and golden dreams

You'll always want to keep.


He sends it on its merry way,

Through ancient jungles, caves, and bays,

But it remains quite hidden

When it travels through the day.


Finally, it reaches you,

Where you lie upon your bed

And dragons spar ten knights apiece

As you calmly rest your head.


The Sandman, sensing your contentment

Sends another wave of sand

So pixies, ogres, and mermaids alike

Join your stay in Faerieland. 


-Sara K. Berndt

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