Sweet promises of holiday
Call gently from a well-made bed.
My honeyed tea calls the dreams
From the hollows of my head.
A silver chain protects my sleep.
I have no reason
For to weep.
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Sweet Sleep
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Sweet promises of holiday
Call gently from a well-made bed.
My honeyed tea calls the dreams
From the hollows of my head.
A silver chain protects my sleep.
I have no reason
For to weep.
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Brigid Faye, Reader 
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