broken down beaten and battered from lack of sleep
I jump the fence and count a thousand sheep:
why there's you, and you, and you and you and you...
and I am a sheep too!
"he wasn't the type of sheep to die...." --
"well, we all the type of sheep who dies, I tell you what. maybe not so young, but now he's gone and gone goes a long way. into the universe. out of the universe. straight through the heart and back."
some sheep die too soon; we all go on
forever
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