Whatchamacallme: Read first, then I'll tell you what this is about.

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Come,
Come, my Darling,
I beckon you,
Into my sweet embrace.
In my arms I whisper,
Quiet words of fantasies.
Fantasies
Beyond your imaging

Come,
Come, my Child,
I call you,
To my restive land.
Where you may forget the morrow.
It is a land of peace.
Peace
That shall not be broken

Come,
Come, my Lady.
For Sleep I am,
And Sleep I was,
And Sleep forever I be.
But come you now,
For my sweet kiss.
Come, sleep now, with me.

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This is about Sleep. Not Death. Sleep. I was extremely tired when I wrote this so, ya.

Review if you like, I won't know if you don't.