Those same waves carry sailing ships from shore to distant shore. Abed in bunks, asleep on trunks, the scruffy pirates snore. Inside those rusty iron trunks their stolen treasures gleam, dug up from sands in far-off lands where genies gently dream. That same sand builds a castle strong with towers ten in number, where all afloat, within the moat, the royal serpents slumber. Atop those towers in the sky the regal wizards keep their eyes on Mars and all the stars before they fall asleep. Those same stars twinkle in the woods where ivy hangs like eaves and unicorns rest tired horns on pillows made of leaves. On wings of wind those leaves are swept to mighty mountains high, where tall crests shake and valleys quake as sleeping giants sigh. In those same valleys, blue with dusk, inside the giants’ shoes, snuggled tight in blankets white, the sneaky goblins snooze. Those blankets white are made from snow, whose lacy falling flakes drift to the west, where griffins nest— shh! now one awakes.
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