For all you who cannot sleep I send you tonight some little sheep. Count them till there all numbered, and by then you should be deep in slumber. ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~ #._.# ~._.~
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