So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air
So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep, too
Would you sleep, too, in the chair?
You see, I dream of many things
Of floating, solitary kings
Of pawns and people with
Blue sequins through their hair
A jester sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following...
And all the pawns
And people stop
And people stare
So, I, too, stop
At 3 o'clock
I stumble to your door and knock
And ask to see you
And ask to be you
Mr. Chess. Oh, Mr. Chess.
Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream
To let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair
I sing your castles in the air
And I will sleep, too
I will sleep, too
I will rest... Oh, Mr. Chess,. My Mr. Chess...

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