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Sleep on the edge, in a quiet room, Before a hard week, in peace and quiet. Hidden under the covers, in the land of dreams, I fall asleep to wake up to the day again. All worries will disappear like fog, When I close my eyes, I enter the dream space. A pillow resting on a soft surface, I forget about work, worries and deposits. Dreams like a compass, they lead me far, Where there is no stress and time passes lazily. The wind rustles the leaves and the stars twinkle, A dream on the edge, where the soul rests. And I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face, Ready for the world, for a new day and tasks. Because sleep on the edge is my source of strength, Before a hard week, in peace and quiet. Sleep on the edge, in a quiet room, Before a hard week, in peace and quiet. Hidden under the covers, in the land of dreams, I fall asleep to wake up to the day again. [violin solo]] Good night [End]