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it been ages since you had a night rest
The fault are entirely mine
Your medicine, a liquid at it best
I have been a thief at your corridor since at the age of nine
I pray you do forgive me
Your burden, no one can share
The circumstance are natural and mild
It's your gift and the world truly don't care
Who would have done it better
Your talent is genuine
When you are angry, you glue a man's eyes faster
This part of you is called death. ...a perfected old technique that always seems new...
Dear sleep
You destitute my wooden bed and this is enough
I have been a perfect sleeper. ...now lazy
The world is now upon me...in-depth hazy
Sleep , dear sleep....sleep like never before...
